Market St — Restaurant in Napier

I sauntered into this establishment with intent to feast upon a glorious BANQUET, consisting of victuals imbued with a warm embrace and a chef besotted with his work, which would beget an intense aroma of LOVE, of PASSION, of DESIRE and YEARN! The only passion I received this evening was conferred by a comely staff member, who, on account of evidently being new, incessantly lurked around my table, glaring at me and my nubile figure (she was likely besotted with me).

ANYHOO, TO MY CHAGRIN, THE DISH ABUT MY VERY HANDS OMITTED MY WEE COVETED ATTRIBUTES.

The love, which I supposed would elevate this dish into euphoria, was exiled from my expectations! There was no spectacular aroma, but a miasma, reminiscent of a bulimic girl’s restroom facility. This was a wholly disenchanting meal, which blighted a reprehensive countenance upon me.

After perusing and ruminating intellectual observations, I determined that the vittles bestowed upon I by the Market Street staff was FROZEN! Yeah, that's right, FROZEN! A mere reheated dish (or should I say DISHES) was served to my infallible presence.

What was initially anticipated to be a comely enrapture of birthday celebrations and peaceful imbibement of inebriating elixirs, fueled with cordial catering to my exquisite palate eventually metamorphosed into microwaved provender with Cthulhu’s ear-rapturing shrieks incessantly pounding through my head (the drunkos seated beside me).

Don't even get me started on the SPICY, SPICY DRINKS!

In sooth, I truly appreciate the service. However, instead of hiring petulant peons to concoct the vittles, hire some...

Visiting Napier, we were looking for a restaurant with quality food which was also family friendly. We were somewhat pleased with the mains, although my husband was disappointed with the serving size of his chicken salad. The dessert is where our evening became very disappointing. The waitress took the order for our kid's desserts but forgot about us. We had to call her back to ask for the dessert menu. The kid's desserts came with no cutlery and ice cream proved to be too hard for our daughter to eat without it, of course. We waited and waited for our order to be taken but the waitress was too busy resetting tables and had totally forgotten about us. Feeling so disappointed, we headed to the bar to pay for the meal. The bartender asked how our meal was and we said the service really fell short and all he said was "oh, sorry". He wasn't interested in finding out what went wrong in the slightest. The place had potential to give us a lovely evening out but instead we headed home feeling forgotten about and disappointed. Really hoped it would have...

Nice atmosphere and probably a nice place for a drink if your order arrives. Wouldn't go the food.

Ordered cocktail each and one option of each from the veggie bits on the menu.

Food was uninspired and frankly, out of a packet.

Dumplings were shop bought and $27 for the main? - A couple of roasted mushrooms on a bed of (unwashed and undressed) packeted rocket, a couple of mini squares of fried polenta, oh and a hidden clump of shop bought old el Paso salsa at the bottom? That's something a uni student would dream up as a 'healthy meal' with the left overs in the fridge.

Naturally, we were still hungry but luckily you had forgotten to bring our cocktails and the salad we also ordered so we could pay up and...