- 整體 4
- 食物 4
- 服務 4
- 氛圍 3
So, we stopped by Predalina for a night of “sophisticated indulgence,” and oh boy, what a ride. Let’s break it down:
First, the octopus. Tender? Sure. Flavorful? Absolutely. But was it worth the existential crisis of wondering if I could befriend a sea creature before eating it? Maybe not. Every bite was a delicious reminder of my lack of willpower.
Next, the crab pasta. It was as if a crab had whispered its secrets into the sauce and then called it a day. Rich, creamy, and just enough crab to make you think you’re living the coastal dream—until you remember you’re in Tampa and not Santorini.
The martini was the star of the drink lineup: cold, crisp, and made me feel like I was two decisions away from buying a yacht I can’t afford. And then, there’s the Predalina water. Whoever decided to make water boozy deserves an award—or at least a firm handshake. It was refreshing, sneaky, and left me wondering why all water doesn’t come with alcohol in it.
Finally, the ice cream. Sweet, smooth, and practically therapy in a bowl. It was the perfect way to say, “I regret nothing about this meal, including the fact that I just paid to drink spiked water.”
Predalina is upscale but with just enough drama to keep it interesting. 4/5 stars – minus one for the existential octopus moment and the fact that I’ll now compare all water to the Predalina version. Would I go back? Probably not. But hey, if you’re into boozy water and emotional seafood, it’s worth trying once.