A bland brew hidden under a thick and tasteless layer of packing material foam. There is a whiff of aroma but it's of methylated spirits. Sugar me, babe, to hide the pain.
The waiters at OYO are trained to ignore you. It took almost 20 minutes for one to appear and they did not bring a menu, or even imply that food was on the table. Oyoyoh! Not even the amazing location next to the harbour can save the day. If only I could eat the view. If you go, be prepared for loneliness, empty tables, and an empty stomach.
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