"And yet I give him five stars. We spent the weekend in ibiza and, by chance, I was moved by an article that I named this restaurant. We went to dinner the first night. the place is not bad, well decorated, although the structure remembers a little of the bars that were opened in the 1980s. the staff who attended us that night, a tall waiter and something shy, and a professional and pleasant waitress, well. the letter, curiosity, fun and with a little of everything. I have to say I'm lactose intolerant, so there's things I don't dare ask, like fries are. We ask the tongue of the meat and a kind of wok with tyrants and a small onion shoot to share; and for a strong dish, some calamities and a syrup. the arrival was rich. prepare the tongue as if it were filled with a powerful vinegar, a complete success. the wok could be improved. like the vegetables didn't have the same size, some were hard and others at their point, but the toasted onion broth made this to a background. As for fish, well. The cook must have thrown my plate twice, but as I understand they're personal drops, I didn't say anything. We paid and left. Two nights later and after unsuccessfully calling the options we had, we reserved again. mistake. except the two workers mentioned above, who continued to show their professionalism, there were others who arrived “a little above” before our repetition. We asked the language again, strawberries, tortilla (clear) with glass shrimp and two fish dishes (slide on grill without ornament and denton). well here; perhaps my salmonets a little beyond the point, but as the column was brilliant, I decided not to say again anything to understand that it was "my personal drop". The problem comes when we finish eating and I'm still hungry. We talked to the waitress who treated us and, after a few minutes of pleasant conversation, we took note of a steak-tartartartartartart and a cheesecake for my child. My child tells me that the chef sings a couple of times the command, that the cooks approach to see it, but that was not very important to me (although it was already red as a tomato because it is very bad seen that a woman eats when she is hungry) until she comes to bring the dishes to the woman who seems to occupy the position of maître (of blonde hair and Basque): What is your name? if I ever write a book of cooking. to what I answer: I am hungry and, since you have no dessert without lactose, I have asked this. At that time we should have asked for an account and go out because what this person caused is that several tables of the restaurant will be looking at us (the ones behind the back). But that was not all because I still had to come with another worker (masna, long hair) to make the bromite while raising the plates. something totally “appropriate” because my boy asked for a coffee and didn’t even know it. I don't know if this lady will ever write a cookbook. I'm a journalist and my son, cook. And I will certainly appoint them as the restaurant to which the owners prefer that the diners go to half a meal; as the only place where they have humiliated me and have judged me to ask something I will pay. I could excuse myself that the kind of food we ordered was filled more or less, with that we had barely eaten at noon, but why? if we had ordered a second bottle of wine, would I have been armed such a stir? I don't have to apologize for asking for food in a restaurant or would have been better than my account would have been out of 60 € instead of 160? my five stars are because the food is quite good, because there are two people in the room that deserves."
