La Andaluza — Restaurant in Madrid

Terrible place. The manners of waiting was so bad, I came a bit later that my friends and it was peak time, they didn't had more chairs in terrace so they sent me to the park next to the restaurant (yes, it's very real!) I asked them if I was allowed to take a chair from inside and the denied me rudely to do it spite of the had plenty not taken chairs, then I went to my friends table to explain the situation, I haven't been more than 1 or 2 minutes when one of the waitress came to ask to abandon the table in a disgusting manner, we went inside as we did not have a chance to be outside then one of the waitress took us to a table, hilariously 1 minute later another waitress came to us with almost aggressively manner to let us know we should leave in 20 minutes because they had a reservation for this table. A terrible show undergone, I will never come back for sure and I strongly recommend to everyone to try another place, there are many nice places in Madrid where service is kind and professional, definitely a...

A rude smartass waiter. Soggy broken eggs over a pool of oil they called potatoes. A salad with half rotten vegetables. They got the chicken strips wrong and tried to force us to take their alternative dish "because it was the same", which we ended up taking because we were hungry already. They removed our parasol just because. I'm only giving them one star because the beer was cheap and because some other crewmember bothered to come out and explain to us that the hamburger wasn't actually a hamburger but a beef patty. Needless to say, we didn't take it. I'm never...

Yo no sé qué jaleos se traen con las sillas (alguien lo ha comentado también) pero tiene tela. Entiendo que haya un número máximo de sillas asignadas en la terraza pero aquello era Los Juegos del Hambre. Nos sentamos una amiga y yo en la terraza a tomar algo, venían 3 amigos de camino. Nos dicen que no se pueden reservar las sillas, que cuando lleguen las cojamos de otras mesas que no necesiten. Llegan 2 de los amigos, encontramos sillas, ok. Cojo la silla para el quinto amigo (llegaba en 5 minutos) y me la quitan para la mesa de al lado, un grupo de cuatro al que les faltaba 3 sillas. Ok, ya veo que va a ser complicado eso. Llega el 5 amigo, no encontramos sillas, nadie se va, nadie libera ninguna, no se pueden sacar de dentro. Se quedan 4 sentados yo medio agazapada esperando a que se libere una silla, y el camarero me dice que no puedo estar en la mesa sin silla. Ok. "¿Pero entonces me tengo que ir de la mesa mientras mis amigos se acaban la bebida?“ Me dice el camarero que sí. Genial. Total, que al final nos vamos dentro a acabarnos la bebida. Allí otro episodio divertido con otro camarero por el pago mínimo de 5 euros con tarjeta. Un gusto todo, vamos. O sea, señor coordinador de la terraza, ¿sabe hace un rato que vamos a ser 5 y de verdad no hay manera de gestionar aquella situación mejor? ¿Merece más la pena que la gente tenga una mala experiencia y que encima me digan que si, que me vaya de la mesa y se queden mis amigos? Pues debe ser que sí,...