Havana Club

The first time I came to Havana club for a meal was when we purchased some grabone vouchers. Upon entering, the first thing I saw was the stripper poles up the back. I don’ t know about you, but stripper poles seem to serve as a pretty big giveaway that this isn’t exactly going to be fine dining. When our meals came out, my fears were confirmed. The «chorizo with fine cheeses» turned out to be a cold sausage sliced up with a block of edam cheese. We left, swearing never to return.
Well, all promises are made to be broken. On easter sunday, hunting for a beverage, we happened upon Havana club, which was serving drinks, so long as we bought food. I crossed the doorway and fell back into their trap. We ordered a pizza and beer, and got told the prices on the menu were wrong, thus getting charged an extra dollar. She poured out our beer, leaving a substantial head, and we went outside and waited for our food. And waited. 40 minutes later, out came some incredibly small pizzas, and my friend who ordered the ‘rustic wedges’ received a plate with about four wedges and a whole lot of potato chips. I guess the ‘rustic’ part should have been a dead giveaway.
The whole time we were outside we were watched, eagle eyed, by someone whose job wasn’t obvious, but was definitely offputting. We left, 35 dollars poorer, once again swearing never to return.