Banza, Malay

The onion soup was so-so. Given that it was a puree of potato in a perhaps chicken stock garnished with white onion rings and scallions, my own personal grade for the soup was 6 out of 10. Meaning that it was edible and filling. My main entree of Portuguese style sirloin left little to be desired. The vegetable garnish taste like boiled carrots and "upo" (bland melon like variety of vegetable) swimming in clarified butter (at least I hope it was clarified butter). Whoever the butcher was for the restaurant should get a refresher course in slicing meat. Seriously, at a bare minimum, every decent food handler would know that the proper way to slice meat is across the grain. My jaw is still throbbing from the chewing. If the food is so bad why didn't I complain? Simple: I was hungry and could not bear to wait for the owner to botch up the job of pleasing this simple customer. Sure, they could have easily charged the meal on the house, but I feel that I was doing them a favor considering that I was the only customer for the night. Depriving them of the 745 pesos ($14.00) for the day might make all the scantily clad waitresses go hungry. Additionally, since when did customer service equal an undertrained plethora of servers? I was tempted to get a hearing aid because the servers could barely articulate regurgitating my order back to me before facilitating it to the kitchen. The bafflement falls on me. Why did I bother with this restaurant for the price I paid? I was curious as to what a Portuguese menu had to offer. $14 spent on poorly made food when just a few steps away they were offering $3.40 buffets. I should have just opted for the fejoada but then it must be ordered in advance.