Wrote a review of the Quinte Restaurant:

We entered the restaurant to cheerful waitresses welcoming us in, the same as the Sirens calling Odysseus to his doom. We were quickly seated and the waitress scurried off to important waitress business, probably involving the dark web. The neighbouring table was discussing the slow service, so we started a timer to quantify the other table’s concerns. At 9 minutes and 32 seconds, the waitress brought two small water rations and scurried off. Wish we had known the kitchen had a drought and no more water was available. At 15:44 the waitress delivered my wife’s Caesar salad, which would appeal to 9 out of 10 bunnies. A few minutes later I got my lukewarm soup that was hastily prepared with watered-down stewed tomatoes to impersonate soup, then overcooked macaroni, and at its peak mushy blandness was added. Any prison would be proud to serve it. At 24:56 my veal parmigian was delivered, but not my wife's meal, which was brought 4:26 later. My meal was cold. The chilly veal was tasty about 10 minutes before it was served. The overcooked spaghetti was hiding in shame under a scoop of cold stewed tomatoes. The sauce looked like a poorly fitted toupee on a bald head. Zero for presentation. My wife could not eat her cold, overcooked spaghetti with the same brab-stewed tomatoes posing as a sauce on top. My wife was told they were out of garlic bread. They expected to eat the meal with no bread to act as a foil to the overcooked, tasteless spaghetti. I guess they were afraid it would add flavour. Again, zero for presentation. There are front-line war zones that are dining better. This meal reminded me of when Mom was away and Dad cooked with all the interest of a prison guard. The waitress never came to the table to offer more water or ask how the meal was. She was probably busy putting the meals in the fridge before serving.