Everyone agreed that this cake with raspberry coulis was good.

The koka, caramel flan, was fine, pretty ordinary.

The shrimp and potato croquettes were tacky and gummy inside. Even my daughter spat the goo out with a frown and a disdainful “ewwww” to go with it

The Spanish salt cod filling in the piquillo peppers fared only a smidge better than the croquettes and suprisingly didn’t have much taste.

These started off strong, with sweet carmelized onions and well-seasoned meat. But halfway through, mine had an off-putting gritty texture and my girlfriend said she wanted to spit hers out.

The same thing happened with the serrano ham and Etorki cheese pizza. The first couple of bites were good, but after that, the ham tasted more like a salt lick, and we were lapping out of our water glasses. My ravenous daughter, who is a bit of a pizza connoiseur at the ripe old age of three, did eat a couple of slices of the new pizza we ordered minus the ham, but once she popped the last piece into her mouth, she scrunched up her face, grumbled about wanting to go home “now!” and curled up in her stroller to try to forget her sub-par pie experience.

The sauteed scallops with ratatouille were well cooked, but blah.

The only redeeming but not jaw-droppingly good dish was the chicken, olive and tomato empanada. The crust was buttery and flaky the filling had a nice, distinct olive flavor.