"what used to be a fine culinary experience, feels more like eating fast. the west side eats sarabeths earlier the place where the green and white eggs were clogged in generous portions, was the rule of the day. the eggs I ate were burned, they could see the brown markings on the hard, somewhat gum-like concoction, overloaded with a sliced pitch and paired with a wet salate that takes up a quarter of my plate instead of a garnel. I was really disappointed."
