Delicatessen

Booooo for the it new comfort food of soho. My halibut tacos with kimchi sour cream in a wonton wrapper sounded delightful on the menu but tasted like an old tuna fish sammy in my mouth. The cheeseburger spring rolls should be called meatloaf springrolls (barf) and the chicken in a bucket was eh. We thought we could redeem wing night with the black and white cookie sundae dessert but it made matters worse. Overall, I'm lying in bed with a belly ache vowing not to go back to this way too trendy spot. To make matters worse at the end of the meal I went downstairs to the toilet which had leftovers overflowing from the toilet. That's all.