"I ordered knuckle, and it was mediocre to the point of bad. The fries were soggy and cold, with a cardboard texture. Thirteen euros with a Coca-Cola and nothing more. What do you expect going to eat at the premises of a megacorporation that sells furniture, you might say. You are right. To round off the experience, when you leave, already with a beginning of heartburn, a man orders you to show him your backpack. They steal a lot, he says. Heh!!! Heh, how disgusting, Ikea!!!"
