Miserable, soulless and as far removed from Italy or anything Italian you will ever experience. The decor I can only liken to a 1980's motorway service station cloakroom area. And what the circular bit, with plates of tired food dotted around it, in the middle of the room is supposed to be I have no idea. And the whole restaurant has a whiff of stale cigarettes.
Staff looked as interested as we did.
The lasagne was edible therefore the one star. We left and hot footed it to the hotel pub next door. Much more entertaining for people watching as this is so obviously a hotspot for ladies of the night it wouldn't take Inspector Clouseau long to spot that one.
Come on Sheraton get your act together, your set up here is pretty poor.
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