This one disappointed me in that it stood up on the reviews. So when I entered, the place looked all good and fancy (remember, New York City is my yardstick).
But when the food arrived, it all went for a toss. The pizza was still OK, but the ravioli was plain bad.
Towards the end of the meal, baby K threw up bad and spent a good hour washing his clothes after reaching the hotel. I endured A’s anger, just because.
A long day came to an end (or not quite) here. The Aker Brygge area is probably popular with tourists and locals alike and the place seemed to have a good vibe to it.