"Do not be fooled by the initial impression as a buoyant hotspot of authentic Mexican cuisine in a vivacious corner of Notting Hill Santo is an affront to decency. To look back on the experience in a positive light would be, at best, futile, and it is clear that I am not alone in holding this view. Such a flagrant disregard for culinary aptitude is seldom encountered, and they likewise miss the value for money criterion by a rather impressive margin. Our meal was capped off by an awkward exchange with an arrogant degenerate, posing as a waitress, upon our rational refusal to pay the laughable discretionary service charge, and is one that we, as long as we are able to reason, will never seek to repeat."
