Review of Ibu – by Therese H.
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If you do not know that this restaurant is located in the premises of the Ibu's restaurant you can find Mothers do not hit. There is no name Ibu somewhere. A huge pair of Red frosted plastic b up & inside we are greeted by a messy & loud environment/music. After a long wait, a Head waiter (dressed in a flannel shirt) who stressed stares in the bookings, it's Saturday, time is 18:15 room is not full & somehow. He asks a colleague & then shows us to our table. The menu is presented on loose leaves attach on a clipblock, in the Ipad size. The text is tiny & can barely discern. When we look at the prices of the dishes, we note that it is only starters on the menu-so no more main dishes. There are drinks, starters, snacks & desserts listed. We order a hamburger & deep-fried sweet potatoes with dip for the children as well as gado-gado & Babi guling to ourselves. However, the drink quickly & food so no complaints there. Guests will have to wait very long for their salmon the waiter points out, it takes a long time to go fishing today ....
How to taste the food when-jo extremely bitter taste in salads that belonged to. White/red cabbage is literally soaked in vinegar. The only sweet weighing up was the sweet potato that we all started eating solid it was commissioned to the children. Hamburgers, however, was approved to the children.
We never got any refills of water because the waiters unleashed by its absence or talked to each other.
On the whole, the experience is not as good, enjoyable or relaxing as we had hoped.