Shabbir B.
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Zero stars, and that feels generous.
This place is a masterclass in how to ruin food. I ordered their so-called “Pad Thai” — and calling it that should be a criminal offense. It came loaded with random vegetables that had no business being there, drowned in sourness so strong it felt like a punishment, and otherwise had absolutely no taste. Honestly, a packet of instant noodles would’ve been more authentic.
My wife ordered a vegan salad, hoping for something fresh. Instead, it arrived smothered in sauce with fried bread thrown in. A “salad” that’s soggy, greasy, and depressing — impressive in the worst way.
Then came dessert: the chocolate crepe. How do you take chocolate, which is basically happiness in edible form, and turn it into something so bland and joyless? It tasted like cardboard dusted with disappointment.
And let’s not forget — this disaster isn’t cheap. If you’re going to charge those prices, the bare minimum is serving something edible. Instead, it’s overpriced garbage I wouldn’t feed to my worst enemy.
The only highlight of the entire meal was when the containers were finally closed and thrown in the trash. Oh, and delivery worked — but that was Rappi, not this restaurant.
If someone paid me to eat here again, I’d still refuse. Save your money, your taste buds, and your dignity.
