Sagra Pizza Bar

I have never written a review for a restaurant but I feel like this is a public service. I was excited seeing the place and then we sit down and they used blue body shop towels for napkins. The waiter asked my friend what she wanted to drink and walked away before me and her boyfriend could answer. We ordered the shrimp, garlic knots and mango goat cheese salad. As he was walking out with the food, I saw the garlic knots and my heart sank. When the food arrived flies swarmed our table and we eventually swatted them away, we were seated on the terrace. The mango salad was a handful of spring mix in the middle with mandolin slices of mango that had a brownish color with a fried nugget of goat cheese in the middle and balsamic drizzle. I have never seen fried goat cheese in a salad. When I tasted the food it tasted rotten but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful to my friend who took me out, so I gave it a chance. The garlic knots had a blue color on them and tasted rotten again. They were hard but undercooked at the same time. The shrimp looked fine but was rubbery and I couldn’t get that rotten taste out of my mouth. So I just kept drinking water which was good. Then I used the restroom. This explained everything. The door was covered in dirt on the outside and inside. It was very dirty. When I returned, I ordered a pizza because I thought with a wood fired oven they couldn’t mess that up so bad. But when it arrived it was raw except the crust and had pools of grease and two basil leaves that had brown spots. I gave it a try because I didn’t want to embarrass my friend. I couldn’t even fold the pizza in half to eat it because it just flopped down. And it tasted rotten again. I could only eat part of one piece. My friend got lobster ravioli that cooked like it was from a can. She said hers tasted off. Then they ordered dessert but I refused which I never do but couldn’t eat anything else or I was going to get sick. Her boyfriend was eating everything so I thought maybe it was just me. The crème brûlée was like pudding inside. Her chocolate cake was soggy and had old caramel on it. I tooled the pizza home bc I didn’t want to be rude. Her boyfriend asked if it was going to get busy? They said it was the “off” season. But there was a formula 1 race in town and it was a Saturday night. But this experience has taught me a lot about speaking up bc we ended up having a huge argument over it the next day and it almost ruined my trip to Miami. Dine at your own risk.