Congratulations to all winners!!

If one day you find yourself looking for a restaurant for a nice meal and spot a crooked sign that reads 'Bistrô Legal', turn in the opposite direction and run. Yes, run as if you were escaping a zombie apocalypse, because the experience awaiting you inside is enough to make you seek psychiatric help and question your sanity, the meaning of life, and the reason for existence.

The first impression upon entering the establishment is already a mix of shock and horror. The decor seemed to have been assembled by a thrift-store-obsessed collector, but one with very poor taste, you know? Plus, items salvaged from demolition sites. Crooked paintings of depressing landscapes, dead plants, and background music so out of place it seemed to have been chosen by an alien DJ with no sense of what is even remotely listenable. Right away, you already wonder why the place is named ‘Legal’ when there is nothing remotely ‘cool’ about it.

It was in that mindset of 'don’t judge a book by its cover' that I got myself into trouble, my friends! I decided to give it a chance...

The waiter, who looked more like an underpaid extra from a supernatural horror series, greeted us with a smile that bordered on psychotic. I swear, I was very frightened, but hunger won out. He led us to a table that was completely unstable, trembling more than an angry Pinscher. The chairs? They were a true tribute to the art of deconstructing comfort – made of wood so old that they creaked with a lament at every movement.

When I opened the menu, regret set in. Sticky and worn out, it looked like a scroll found in ancient ruins, and right there I could have read the signs that my journey into culinary hell was just beginning. My lack of judgment spoke louder, and I still placed an order.

The starter was more like a nightmare served in a deep dish. Mushrooms burnt on the outside and slimy on the inside, atop a bed of leaves so sad that they probably would have asked for a therapist if they could talk. But it was with the main course that the true tragedy arrived.

The steak, which in theory was supposed to be ‘in a sauce of the gods’, arrived at the table with a dark aura and a smell that could drive away demons. WHERE WERE THE GODS? The meat – if you could call that dubious rubber-like substance meat – had the consistency of a wet old shoe (not that I’ve ever tasted one) and a seasoning that felt like a mix of despair and something that should not be in contact with humans.

Not even dessert escaped condemnation. It was a shapeless, cold mass, crowned with an unidentifiable syrup that tasted like artificial sweetness mixed with regret. The texture was somewhere between rubber and gelatin, making each bite a challenge to swallow.

By the end of the meal, I sat in silence, processing what I had just endured. My friends looked equally traumatized, and we all shared a moment of mutual understanding: never again would we trust a place based on blind optimism. As we left, the waiter’s eerie smile followed us out, as if he knew we’d never return.

If you ever see 'Bistrô Legal', remember my tale and spare yourself the horror. Some experiences are best left untold – or, in this case, completely avoided.

Congratulations to all of us. ☺

Congratulations to the winners

The World’s Worst Restaurant Review

I had some dining experienced and it really fits in this week's theme challenge. I lived far from the City and here in the Province there are no restaurants can be seen here. That is why, I am very innocent about ordering some foods in the said place. One day, as My Aunt's invited me to go to the City, was passing by a restaurant and it was already lunch time. My Aunt told me to ordered some delicious foods and that was my first time to ordered. Well, I don't have any ideas on what to do.

As I went to the counter areas, I did not noticed that the menu are already hanged on the walls and I keep waiting for the personels to come out ask me what I want. I keep waiting for almost 20 Minutes but I was very curious that no one comes out and assisting me for my order. I went back to my Chair , and observing other what they will do when they ordered... ahhhh thats it. As I've seen the other people, they choosed the food they want by clicking it in the Monitor and as when it finished clicking they send it and the personels will only come as soon as the order is already cook bringing the foods they ordered. I felt very ashamed, maybe they make laugh at me watching me waiting for a few minutes. The cameras are starring at me.

That time, as I went back to the counter and do what others did, I was very happy that I did it. My Aunt was also arrived back bringing some things she brought and I told her about the situations as she left for a few minutes.

Waiting for the food we ordered was quite to long. I don't know what's the reason, maybe the personel was keep laughing while watching the footage of me while waiting at the counter. For me that was my worst and shameful situations I really had in the Restaurants.