Eu Centro, Pollenca - 25 August 2007
I’ve lost count of the times I’ve walked by Eu Centro, always on the way to somewhere else, but one night, at the suggestion of my husband, we decided to eat there.
I walked up early with my daughter and we booked an outside table for later in the evening. Eu Centro is behind the huge church in Pollensa Old Town on a narrow street just before the Cockerel fountain.
I hadn’t read any reports about this restaurant on the forum so I was eager to see what the evening would bring…
The first problem was that we were seated inside so I put this down to a lack of communication and blamed myself for not knowing any Spanish. The outside tables were all occupied and inside was pretty busy as well, so I had high hopes and wondered why I hadn’t heard any reports.
Our waitress for the evening was very friendly and took our order in halting English, even repeating it back to us after we’d chosen. Hubby chose fried vegetables to start followed by suckling pig, but we were told this was not available. To our horror, he then chose roasted kid…
Trying to ignore the images of our little herd of goats at the villa being cooked, I opted for a French omelette to start followed by pork loin. The children picked beefburgers from the children’s menu and my daughter also chose croquettes as a starter. A bottle of Macia Batle Crianza was chosen to go with our meals and we settled back to wait for our food.
Hubby and daughter’s starters arrived and I waited… and waited. Looking around I could see the waiter and waitress clearing a table and wondered what they had done with my omelette…
“You’re not getting a starter,” my husband laughed and offered me some of his vegetables which he said were delicious. Ignoring him, I took a croquette that my daughter held out and found it reasonably tasty. When she screamed out at biting into a livid green one (spinach?) I ate that, too!
My starter never arrived and I should have said something, but my appetite was blunted slightly by the two croquettes so I looked forward to enjoying my pork loin.
However… when the main courses arrived, I ended up with… the omelette! To say I was mad is an understatement as the omelette was tiny and accompanied by some thin chips and a salad garnish that was well past its sell-by date! Of course, smug hubby tucked into his baby goat and pronounced it gorgeous. Again, I should have said something to one of the staff, but they were both so busy and harassed (they’d tried to give us the wrong food at one point before our mains arrived) that it would have involved another long wait for the food.
The beefburgers were not the best the children had ever eaten and the evening rapidly descended into disaster. Opposite our table were two very elegant women and I watched as they asked the waiter just what had happened to their meal. To mollify them, they were given a basket of bread and olives, something we never received.
So… one member of our party was perfectly happy with his meal, while the other three wished they had eaten somewhere else!
The wine was good though!
Bill came to 57 euros (probably because my “main course” omelette was only 6 euros!)
The first problem was that we were seated inside so I put this down to a lack of communication and blamed myself for not knowing any Spanish. The outside tables were all occupied and inside was pretty busy as well, so I had high hopes and wondered why I hadn’t heard any reports.
Our waitress for the evening was very friendly and took our order in halting English, even repeating it back to us after we’d chosen. Hubby chose fried vegetables to start followed by suckling pig, but we were told this was not available. To our horror, he then chose roasted kid…
Trying to ignore the images of our little herd of goats at the villa being cooked, I opted for a French omelette to start followed by pork loin. The children picked beefburgers from the children’s menu and my daughter also chose croquettes as a starter. A bottle of Macia Batle Crianza was chosen to go with our meals and we settled back to wait for our food.
Hubby and daughter’s starters arrived and I waited… and waited. Looking around I could see the waiter and waitress clearing a table and wondered what they had done with my omelette…
“You’re not getting a starter,” my husband laughed and offered me some of his vegetables which he said were delicious. Ignoring him, I took a croquette that my daughter held out and found it reasonably tasty. When she screamed out at biting into a livid green one (spinach?) I ate that, too!
My starter never arrived and I should have said something, but my appetite was blunted slightly by the two croquettes so I looked forward to enjoying my pork loin.
However… when the main courses arrived, I ended up with… the omelette! To say I was mad is an understatement as the omelette was tiny and accompanied by some thin chips and a salad garnish that was well past its sell-by date! Of course, smug hubby tucked into his baby goat and pronounced it gorgeous. Again, I should have said something to one of the staff, but they were both so busy and harassed (they’d tried to give us the wrong food at one point before our mains arrived) that it would have involved another long wait for the food.
The beefburgers were not the best the children had ever eaten and the evening rapidly descended into disaster. Opposite our table were two very elegant women and I watched as they asked the waiter just what had happened to their meal. To mollify them, they were given a basket of bread and olives, something we never received.
So… one member of our party was perfectly happy with his meal, while the other three wished they had eaten somewhere else!
The wine was good though!
Bill came to 57 euros (probably because my “main course” omelette was only 6 euros!)
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