I once fainted after eating a pickled onion, and I sweat heavily with just a little HP sauce, such is my delicate tongue. But I could only taste the slightest hint of metal when eating the risotto ($8) from the Latin Quater, and I blame that on the folk. I tried to get some salt and pepper, but all the staff were busy touting for punters outside to notice us. Wouldn't have minded if it was busy, but it was a quiet Wednesday in low season. If you want Latin fare, try the Friends restaurant down the road. Better value, service and cause.
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