When you first enter this restaurant you feel that it could be an authentic Italian as you are greeted by Italian staff but the atmosphere soon changes when you hear the soundtrack they are playing, adds nothing to the experience.
I know Italy have just been knocked out the word cup but the glum staff could really have made more of an effort by simply smiling.
For starter I ordered chicken liver pate with melba toast which was an outsider of a mothers pride loaf cut thin, the pate was ok.
For my main course I ordered lasagne. It was awful. The tomato sauce was ghastly and I am convinced it was just a tin of heinz tomato soup, I had to order garlic bread to try and rescue my taste buds.
At nearly £4.50 for a pint of Peroni you could be forgiven that you are sitting in a bar in Oslo.
We knew that the lunchtime menu was cheap, and this seems to reflect the quality, will not be back.
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michelle thomson-smith - 27/06/2010