The server there clearly didn’t like my face because she declined to give us an outdoor table but obliged when the sister’s husband asked, on my insistence. It was funny (or not) how I was almost certain telling the sister’s husband that she’ll give us the table if he asked.
The menu goes from east to west and things in between. The food was alright. Some hits. Some misses.
The butternut squash soup – miss. Not as smooth. Undersalted. Crispy grilled pita on the side.
The anti-pasti platter with grilled vegetables, halloumi, olives, basil pesto, hummus, artichokes and bruschetta. Good. Little to go wrong there, but measly amounts of hummus and pesto. With soft bread.
While not specifically mentioned on the menu, we requested for a vegetarian yellow curry which they were able to accommodate. This was good. And a neat presentation with the tortilla, papad and rice.
And with so many pizza lovers, we ordered one of those as well. Thin crust, Papa John’s kinds. I come from New York, you see. This
I’d ordered a raspberry cosmopolitan which was supposedly their specialty. Raspberry plenty and quite sweet, it lacked more depths of flavours.