The food tastes great — no notes on flavor. Everything is well-cooked, well-seasoned, and clearly made with love… but the portions? Let’s just say this is not a “I skipped lunch and need healing” kind of place. This is a “lemme nibble delicately, giggle under the trees, and pretend I’m full” situation.
The ambiance is where this spot really eats (even if you don’t). Low-key, chill, perfect for chatting. We sat on the terrace with twinkle lights in the trees — very main-character-in-a-rom-com energy. Dreamy vibes, excellent for catching up, share memories, or emotionally unpacking life.
Mocktails are basically juice in disguise, water is bottled, and the prices are actually reasonable — shocking in this economy. Unfortunately, the meals are priced like they’re feeding your soul, but portioned like they’re on a strict diet.
Service was… leisurely. I’ll blame the December rush instead of the staff because it’s the season of grace. Would I come back for the food? Probably not. Would I bring friends to sip drinks, talk, and live our soft-life terrace fantasy? Absolutely. 🍹✨
Oh, and there’s still charging for Covid 😬🤣