This is the only place where I go underground smilingly!
Macazzo greeted with characteristic warmth. But, Pork Belly with Piri Piri sauce, as starter, peeved with a cloying saltiness. Possibly the cook got overly genial with the soy ignoring Ramsay's infallible injunction of "Taste, Taste, Taste!” Breads, graciously served on request, did cut on degree of distaste.
Topped with well-roasted chicken, diced sausages and BBQ, my Chicago Pizza landed like a disk of dough – stubborn, unyielding and hard-crusted. Jaws persevered in vain. Alabama Grilled Chicken steak with BBQ Mustard sauce added to the plight by proving painfully chewy and stringy. Cloaked in savoury Mushroom sauce, Grilled Chicken steak - the saving grace, did delight with succulence and flavour.
Sundae with chocolate ice-cream, Oreo, Kit-kat, nuts and raisins indulged with delicious excesses!
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