Daphnée A.
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I eagerly anticipated visiting this establishment to support Latin American businesses as a proud Latina. However, my experience quickly turned sour. The waiter, after requesting a lime for my picanha (I know, I know, my Brazilian friends already talked to me) embarked on a condescending tirade, insinuating that my choice of meat was too extravagant for my palate, accompanied by a derogatory comment about my country's culinary preferences “maybe in your country you eat everything with lime, no?”. This left me deeply uncomfortable. To compound matters, the payment terminal malfunctioned, leaving me short of cash by a mere euro. When I promised to return promptly with the shortfall, the waiter responded with a dismissive remark “let’s see if you come back” casting doubt on my integrity. Despite my return, I was met with further hostility, as he proceeded to berate me for expressing my dissatisfaction. This encounter left me feeling not only embarrassed but utterly humiliated. While the food may be commendable (but fries TOO salty), the service is evidently biased, favoring those who converse in Portuguese or German.