Restaurant & Grill A Parada Brava — Restaurant in Ribeira Brava

Sat in for a lunch, turned out it wasn't a right choice. The place itself is nothing fancy, pretty simple caffe bar. The food we ordered was the worst we ate in a long,long time. The rice was dry and old, the sweet potato was black, full of fibers tasted awful and the odd vinegary topping didn't helped at all. The fish was edible but zero herbs or spices on it, size was like a half of a child's palm (for 17 euro) literally two bites. The only positive thing about the grill chicken was the size. It was really a half chicken, but again no flavor, no herbs, no spices... The salad was okay, nothing special, that we could eat. One of the lady tried to apoligize seeing our plates, but offered nothing to make it right, though we didn't complain much. Totally wasted 45 euros, well, next time we better to read...

If you are not too particular than this place will serve you resonable food like chicken, pork, with rice,chips and salad for very reasonable price and with a small cold bear and a coffee you have change left over from 15. The big plus is the view from the tables of the world outside on a nice day when it is sunny and not too windy Inside seating is plentiful and clean. Service is just polite but prompt. You get a good selection of condiments and a bread roll with every meal. Just don't expect any reasonable quality of food on Saturday and Sunday when the young chefs I think are off and the older staff just make do. Just don't bother with the steak. You will be disappointed. I was a regular here till I gave up due to hit and miss of the...

In the cold indifference of this estaurant I sought merely to exchange a note for coins – a simple transaction. Yet, in this quest, I encountered a peculiar isolation, an absence of acknowledgement that bordered on the Kafkaesque.

My request for change was denied, a circumstance I accepted and understood, but the ensuing silence was disconcerting.

Persistence led me to purchase a pastel de nata, an act that finally shattered their reticence.

But alas, the pastry itself was a metaphor for the experience: stale, dry, lacking the warmth one craves. In this eatery, even the simplest human exchange felt like navigating a labyrinth of indifference, culminating in a culinary anticlimax.

I join my fellow raters and don't...