I'm not the moany type. I like to try to see the good and giggle about the bad. But my face is so screwed up from frowning from a disaterous lunch today, that the only positive feeling I have is that you should not visit Tate on the Vittoriosa Waterfront.
If you followed my work in my previous life, you'll know I'm a bit of a fan of Birgu and encourage visitors to make time and meander the village. We had a family of five today plus our gang so headed 'down South' for a spot of lunch in what is a lovely spot; Vittoriosa Warterfront.
We met at 1230 and by 1350, no food had arrived. In hindsight, I wish the food hadn't arrived at all. I had a wrap which was an untypable rhyming word. A few cubes of flavourless feta in soggy leaves in a wrap that had such hefty folds, it resembled a sumo wrestler's skin. The pizza was most certainly from a box, or the chef should be sacked, and the pasta was scarily the same varieties as Rana make. The stirfry was noodles in brown - the diner didn't want to refer to it as sauce as it had no taste - and the vegetables, on close inspection, were on fact the same as the side salad.
So sorry to have to tell you somewhere NOT to indulge@ but I have to tell it like it is. No pictures as I didn't want to break the lens on my camera.
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