We started visiting this restaurant many years ago and visited regularly when under its previous ownership. In those days queues were out of the door. When we visited over Easter we were the only customers in the restaurant - and oh dear it soon became clear why. My wife's monk fish was accepted by the waiter as being so inedible the cost was taken off the bill - my stroganoff was exceptionally chewy. Our guests suffered a dried up butterfly'd fish and a hamburger that was eminently forgettable. 'Cuchara' means 'spoon' in Spanish and they definitely earned the 'wooden curchara' for this effort. Even the chef apologised as we left - we shall definitely not be returning.
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