Zorba - Mechelen

Never again, tough shark, today we went out to dinner with all our families, we ordered spies from lamb 22.5 euros, mixed meatbrochette 24 euros, and yet we tortured it back, like it was a few days ago. We paid for everything, but for such a meat, you'll never see us again. The boss didn't regret anything like that either. _

We went to dinner a while ago on the weekends because of circumstances. Mostly good old reservations with friends. Because we were always happy there. No fluff menu available! Here and there on the ceiling, a sick Santa between the fabric. Three lump in leafy pies. tongue with a scampi, not to eat! Not solid, plus glaze and not so fresh, campi with bowels. Gross! Head of inheritance, some of the flesh fell, others are a big pile of sauce. The dessert was just edible, but definitely not nice. Just the wine was to drink! We're never going back. Meanwhile, we heard of others who did the same thing last year. At least you're expecting a creepy kitchen. We don't have to do it anymore!

Last Sunday, March 6th, I was invited by my father-in-laws for my father-in-law's birthday to eat. They had a reservation at 12:30. I looked really like that because I have beautiful and delicious memories of the zoo, but unfortunately, I can't have those memories last Sunday. This was one of those opposites who has to put this on aperitive order. Chicken drink was served by my father-in-law, had to ask for a menu card delivery, and the main dish went on, but we were still working on our sweet time? Garcoon clearly got a mild irritation back then. He had to explain what was extra for him. My father-in-law hears this for the first time in his life behind us, there was also a table with four guests and very embarrassing, but our garcon knew the word "I'eau petillante"? The guests tried the word "water with bubbles." Strange for someone who's in the horeca, the scampis in the spotlight aren't picked. My fish soup wasn't really hot. Juvechi wasn't sexy that my doctor tarami jhad had no taste of azikki was exactly crazy squirrels were liquor store and wak/scampi was hard and cold. Suddenly the garcoon reports that the kitchen closes in five minutes, do something. politely when we are; In the meantime, we're gonna order a coffee, which garcoon will look at the oatmeal on his watch, and he's covering all the tables for the next pile of new tablets, apparently. The whole time, it was very unpleasantly cold. What should have been a nice dinner is now in our memory as very sad. And being served by someone who really wasn't nice and really didn't like working. Being friendly is just a clear shame, so sad!

It's a nice chart with a pleasant course, the food isn't bad, but the menu is a little bit limited to grim food; But, the worst part is a man with a guitar that breaks the mood for hours with his stingsaksian songs, ( ancient songs of the '60s like the beatles, only you... Who sure as hell don't fit into a whiff of interior; And he seems to be part of the staff. It'll take a little while to get the check.

We were extremely eager to dine at this restaurant, but unfortunately, it turned out to be the worst experience of our lives. We ordered the chicken fillet with seasonings and the quartered chicken, both served with potatoes. However, the dishes were flavorless, overly dry, and baked to the point of being indescribable. It seems like the chef either lost their sense of taste or was purposely trying to ruin our meal. After reading similar negative experiences from recent guests, we have decided that we will not be returning to this restaurant.