Al Gusto

Delicatessen? I wouldn’t say so. Convenient place for locals who are not real foodies. Those people do not have kitchen. They apparently do not bake their cakes either. God knows where the food is coming from… I would call it an overtly ambitious café.
Me and my friend sat outside and everything went smooth. She started even dealing with the waitress about home delivery. But she had no idea what’s coming next! The most hilarious experience of the day. The young Bulgarian waiter. Welcome in bluntness of Eastern Europeans. I am Eastern European myself and sometimes struggle with professional attitude but this guy took it to another level. I founded his behaviour hilarious, my friend was insulted. Besides of handing us dessert menu (knowing!!) there are no desserts, calling us lazy because we didn’t go inside to have a look at the desserts which he already told us are not made at the Deli’s, he also revealed the secret of non existent kitchen. We tried to ask where the food is coming from and how they heat it up. He mentioned something about microwave, but didn’t know the source… There was a lot of: ‘I don’t know’ answers, but in fact he had to know whether the sauce was home made or bought in a shop etc. Pity. My friend said her tomato sauce had pieces of garlic, so I hope it really was home made… God knows…
What an experience! For me, the best part was the bulgarian waiter. Rare breed of ‘slap what pops on my mind first straight into your face’. Hilarious!

The al fresco outside seating is nice and partially shaded which makes for a lovely afternoon with lady friends.
We had our drink order taken by a lovely woman who suggested her fave dish. The food came, it was good. Salmon salad was fresh and tasty. My Arrabiata was nice, and they added chicken for £2 which was to be expected. Everything was great until the busboy came by.
HOLY SHIT! this guy gave 0 eff’s about his job and about his customers. I couldn’t tell whether he truly didn’t care of if he was trying to have fun with us. It was so uncomfortable that it was comical. Here’s what went down next.
We finish our meal, he takes our plates, we ask to see the dessert menu. He brings us the regular menu and when we realise that there’s no desserts in there we inquire about it. He says «we don’t have a dessert menu» with a monotone dead pan delivery. my friend and i look at each other and say. well… ok then. He walks away and comes back with a picture on an iphone (that doesn’t belong to him mind you) and says «if you’re going to be lazy» and hands us the phone with the dessert case on the screen. I was flabbergasted. I couldn’t believe he called us lazy. Wow. So then we realise he might either be retarded, or working in the mafia and this is just a cover gig. So we find out he’s bulgarian and my friend who’s Czech just had her AHA moment and chalked it up to not giving a crap about the job that he’d only been at for 3 weeks.
So then we get on the topic of the desserts… how fresh, is it baked here, the normal type of inquires. He said, nothing is baked there, they don’t even have a kitchen. He looks at my czech friend and says; you had the salad right… yeah, that should be alright.
I’m afraid i’m moving around the corner from the place and now i’m realising that i never ever want to deal with this crazy person again.
Go for the food, avoid the bulgarian waiter with dead pan deliver and who gives 0 eff’s any chance he’s got.