Cold schnitzel with a wet cardboardy breading obscuring a decently tender interior, slathered in so much horseradish (and was that ketchup?) that was so overwhelming I actually thought of rinsing the schnitzel under the tap because it verged on inedible
If I hadn't eaten out all week, I would have thrown it out and gone to Subway
They gave me the wrong order even after I had suggested that this probably wasn't my sandwich. Had trouble making change for my ten-and-five. Order wasn't ready on time. I bet they just panicked and gave me someone else's schnitzel
Suburban euro-chic styling that seems straight out of a Vaughan power centre.
I don't like criticizing restaurants because I get how time- and money-consuming the food business is, but if you can't accurately swing a deserted Tuesday lunch schnitzel on a bun, it might be hopeless.