Review of Pane Fresco Åhléns City – by Wille G.
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The restaurant can possibly be salvaged to hungry tourists finds its way there in the future. Our waiter opened with a tone of voice and attitude that would fit better in lets say a boxing ring, he took in from the toes and flexed every muscle in the body so as not to lose the fight between him and guests. When I ordered a non-alcoholic alternative recoiled waiter back and spoke mainly with his expressions that I was basically an idiot and had committed one of the seven deadly sins, it was beer in force. Despite the fact that the waiter seemed so offended by my choice to your testosterone squirted out of the ears on him I got to finish my stupid drink. Having to argue for his beverage of choice with a waiter who seemed to be able to deliver a straight right, at any time, felt a little strange. Will the Starter; a okay but uninspired tray with ham, salami and a couple of millimetertunna slices of cheese. All of it is at least as good as the packages from J sausage I sometimes buy at Willys. Next comes the main course, a bankad beef tenderloin, uninspired roasted along with some equally uninspired pasta penne in tomato sauce. Around us sprätte staff around so that they almost fell backwards in their attempts to preserve the manschauvinismen to eftervärden. I do not know whether Paolo fast trained some of their värstingkompisar in how to combine work as a waiter with huliganfasoner but I not only think, but know that I am not going to expose me for any more kukmätning on this restaurant. That said, if nothing happens, you might be able to get by on happily ignorant tourists who find in from Queen Street.