Borsalino Coffee Bar & Food — Restaurant in Miami Shores

I went to Borsalino's Coffee Bar with a couple of girl pals, one of whom insisted we go(🙄). So, I get there and the atmosphere is mehhhh👍🏽. Nothing to write home about. A nice waitress brings us the menus. Her English was not very good looking, but she was nice👍🏽. The prices however, are good, really good!👍🏽👍🏽

So then I look at the menu and, ummmmm...; this is looking better by the minute. I'm excited. I order a Thomas Juice (watermelon, squeezed lime, and fresh mint), and a Truffle Burrata (fettuccine, creamy burrata, truffle oil, and red pepper flakes). By now, my mouth is watering like a fire hydrant on a hot summer day in New York City.

When my drink gets here, I jump that thing like a parched man to an oasis after trekking through the sands of the Sahara Desert. But, wait... what just happened?🤔 Where's the sweetness of the watermelon, the tartness of the lime, the fresh menthol taste and aroma of the mint?🤔 What did you do to my juice❓️I know; you're thinking, "Just add sugar and stop whining, b...". FYI. I diiiiid—again, and again, and again. But now, I had a tasteless drink of pink water in front of me. This once beautiful pink concoction was a flavorless, boring, and vapid waste of time and money.👎🏾👎🏾 Oh well! Such is life. Moving on.

Here comes my meal! It looks good. I'm salivating and I'm ready to dig in, when, wait... do I see Water?🤔 Nahhhh... It's just my imagination. Right??? I pop open the burrata. The Italian cheese ball oozes out its creamy insides. I lift a forkful of fettuccine and burrata towards my salivating mouth; my close eyes in anticipation. I bite, and I get a sad bite of underwhelmed, unseasoned, unappetizing, watered-down, uninspired palatal disappointment. My pasta was overly al dente yet watery, my burrata watery, and my food dry. What LESS can I ask for? Borsalino, you need to do better...

Not impressed. Not impressed at all. Last week, I went to the Borsalino Coffee Bar with a few girlfriends. Some of the group had been there before and loved it.(❓️) I was excited and couldn't wait for my order to arrive. The waitress was nice (not much English, but nice)👍🏽; the decor was decent, and the prices were phenomenally good.👍🏽👍🏽👍🏽It took a while, but that's what happens when you order freshly-made food.👍🏽👍🏽

I ordered a Thomas Juice—watermelon, squeezed lime, and fresh mint. I saw the beautiful pink of the watermelon hit the table and became excited. That is... until I tasted it. 'It' being the no sweetness (natural or otherwise), no mint taste mint, and no lime taste drink. Yes, I did add brown sugar but it made no difference. The juice was a wash!👎🏾

Okay. On to my meal: Truffle Burrata—Fettuccine with creamy burrata, truffle oil, and red pepper flakes. Yum, you say? Exotic sounding, you say? It looked darn good too. And when the waitress placed this beautiful tableau in front of me, my mouth watered like a fire hydrant on a hot summer day in New York City. (Must have been from all that watery, tasteless watermelon drink in front of me😉😉); because, this pretty meal was also 'a wash'.

As some of you may know, burrata is an Italian cheese ball made from mozzarella and cream. When the ball breaks, the soft and creamy inside spills out with cream. Wait... do I see Water?🤔🤔. Well, ends up that my pasta was undercooked, the burrata overly wet, and my food underseasoned. You see, as there was no sauce, a disappearing truffle oil, and lots of appearing Water, my meal ended up being a boring, lackluster, uninspiring, blah plate of disappointment.👎🏾👎🏾So, there you have it! The...

This may be only the third review I’ve ever written in my life… but I feel obligated to let the general public know just how badly the food was here. Like, one of the worst things I’ve ever eaten. Ever.

I would love to support this local spot (God knows the Shores needs some legit restaurants, not terrible ones), but the chicken cauli bowl was… absolutely disgusting. The chicken is most definitely not “fire-grilled.” No chicken thigh is this dark without it being braised or marinated… and with that said, it tasted like olives. I detest olives. It was horrendous. What’s with the potato chips?? Figured this was a side… and then the random lemon vinaigrette which made everything taste sour and completely imbalanced, esp the olive-flavored chicken. Was it even chicken?? I don’t even know. Just hoping I don’t get sick after this. I cringed with every bite…

The tomato soup was just as bad… Watered down and zero salt.

My mom loves bland food, and her ahi tuna was also completely not satisfying.

Sad I...