Sergio Muniz A.
Google
Nice place — looks the part, smells of competence. I asked about the lamb roast beforehand and was assured it was excellent. It wasn’t. The thing arrived floating in a briny lagoon of gravy so salty it could have raised the Titanic. Lukewarm too, of course — the national temperature of disappointment. I ate a third out of sheer hunger. They gave a discount, which was decent of them, but alas, no refund can unsalt the past.