"I was in harlem once when I visited the belfast beer festival in the ulster hall a few years ago. the festival catering this year did not excite me as it had in some other years and so I decided to eat elsewhere. it rained extremely strongly this day and so I made a run for the next eatery, i.e. harlem, where I had a much more pleasant lunch than what was offered at the festival. I went to harlem and when the waiter gave me the menu, I said that I already knew what I wanted the supposedly worst salat, what I was asked what I wanted. the choice included definitiw both garnel and laughs, and I think thunfish, possibly huh, but no vegetarian option. I chose the salmon and also ordered an americano. about the coffee, I noticed a reviewer commented about the staging milkration. Now, I urinate my coffee quality by having to insert my milk for reasons other than the temperature. the better it is, the less milk I want. in harlems fall I have hardly used enough milk to dye the coffee and most milk remained in the small cripple. the salat came, presented very photogenic in a hierarchical arrangement of large and small crochets on a board with white, salmon, butter and a disc lemon. that was not simply style over substance; it was really nice to eat. Now this is a question of preference, but I would have a dosis balsamico vinegar on this (only the vinegar to dress in the opposite). that is a small point, however. that salate go, that is a good definitiw. for someone who calls it the worst salate she ever had in her life, I would be interested to know what she calls good."
