A god awful experience. I came across this place while looking for a quick bite to eat before going to Park Guell. I didn't necessarily have high hopes, but I wasn't even close to ready for this dining experience or the repercussions after.
My first warning signal should have been the pictures of the menu items on the outside of the place. NEVER a good sign. Oh, how naive I was. I also should have been turned away by the horrendous decor and the fact that the washroom was basically in the middle of the place.
The service actually wasn't horrible and the waiter was upbeat and welcoming. He was probably excited that they actually had customers. I was a bit skeptical already and not too hungry, so I decided to play it safe and get the Tapas dish of the olives.
The food arrived. Can I even call it food? I give the small dish of olives a try and bite into one. I am immediately taken aback by the SOFT center. SOFT. What olives have a soft center? I mean, really, how the fuck do you mess up olives???!?!?!??! THEY COME IN A JAR. I eat a couple more to see if that soft center was just a faulty one. It was not. A plate of soft olives. The literal thought of it makes me gag.
I had a couple bites of the calamari my dad ordered. It was disgusting as well. Shameful to all calamari everywhere. The squid was STRINGY and the fried coating resembled a doughnut. Didn't know that mini squid doughnuts would be the first food trend of 2018.
My brother ordered the chicken fingers and fries. I didn't try either of them, but the chicken was described as being bouncy and spongey. I'm just as confused as you are.
All of this was extremely overpriced and disgraceful to food everywhere. To make matters worse, I felt extremely ill the next day. On my flight to Sevilla, my stomach was mysteriously churning. You can probably guess what happened next. I spent my first day in Sevilla throwing up my insides and projectile vomiting in the main square. A big apology to those Spanish children that I made dead eye contact with while throwing up into my shopping bags. While questioning how I got so sick, I made the conclusion. It had to be those fucking soft olives. I was the only one who ate them and I was the only one sick in my family.
Moral of the story: Don't go to this hell hole unless you want to get food poisoning and ruin your love of olives forever. To quote my father after eating here, "I honestly think prison food is better than this shit." read more