Gut-wrenchingly bad service. I mean, she was nice and everything, and she seemed cool, but holy hell... HO-LEE HELL. I honestly can't remember a time I got even close to service that bad ever before. And I'm including from disgruntled employees in 2-star Cuban resorts who don't speak English. It was honestly so bad it was good though, like, it's a real lasting memory... I feel like I was on one of those new Youtube hidden camera attempt-to-go-viral videos. Like 'Let's see how nice people in Toronto are...' OMG he still said thank you... OMG he still tipped %14 (I had to knock %1 on principle. BUT SHE WAS SO NICE...I compromised though by paying it mostly in junk change).
Anyways, this may have been a one-off anamoly. Maybe it was her first day and someone dropped LSD in her pre-work latte or something.
Besides that, the general atmosphere in this place was that of a Lava Life commercial produced as a highschool class project. Like 'Okay kids! You have your $250, now go out there and shoot a faux Lava Life commercial!! Don't have a disco ball??? paint cardboard squares with shiny nail polish and paste them to a beachball! Don't have that super sultry lighting etc? just get a couple flashlights and tape them to the ceiling!" I love cheap places, I love upscale places, but this just feels like a cheap place pretending to be upscale.
The food was okay.