Martino - Gent

We wanted something to eat and it had to be vegatarian. We ended up in this restaurant. Based on the look, we thought we could eat a nice meal. After studying the card, which we didn't see much vegetarian on, we picked a pizza. You can't think there's a lot wrong with it. The service was fine and kind, as you should expect. But if the pizzas, two different, are delivered, and you see two plates with a picture of dough, which are minuscuul, with some ingredients, so thin that the bottom is still there, there's a question. A skinny layer of tomatoes, a little sedated cheese and a cheesecake cut ring pepper. The bottom was so heavy that she was at the knives, which you can't cut paper with, almost not cut. Dr. eaters pizzas are much better. shortly: The pizza guy was bad, the stuffing didn't look like anything. And my pizza had to be spicy because there were peppers on it, but they were peppers, and that's a lot of other things. I think we paid somewhere between the 12 and 15 euros a pizza, when it's not the price of a Dr. eater pizza. This is as far as I'm concerned, not an assailant, or you have to go there for the service that cries remotely and continues to laugh. But whether that's worth the price now, I wonder.

Beautiful non-union address, passcaline and her sandwich/restaurant case are a understanding of geneticity! Watch the neon-light interior. If you say your food was good, there's louder for the kitchen. compliments, please, chief!

For me, this is one of the main values in gene, I'm happy to go to this diner. The quality is always fine or that this is a common martino sandwich for me, the best of genets or a steak, spaghetti. In the 15 years I've known this place, no hair changed what contributes to the fun atmosphere.

Very atmosphereous, delicious food and a separate but kind service. Once in a while, you can even imagine croque or your steak. a little bizarre color, but that's completely due to the neon lights in all sorts of exotic colors. The atmosphere is always superficial, the dishes are very basic, but that's in a time where every slap of vegetables and seeds contain a breath. Not to mention, this is a legendary place on the gently south, the martino was invented and arne acids dedicated a play to passcaline and her brother. Definitely a hit man.

Maybe a classic snack bar, but it's way too smooth for what you literally get for your nose. The reserved tables weren't taken and the service was randomly friendly or unfriendly. The mixture of French-neathing novel of staff may fit into a snack bar in brussels, but for genetically ingenuity, it's not nice. What was found in the board was missing from creativity. Shortly: There's **** on the formula, which was probably nice in the '80s. The sanitary needs a cleaner.