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peeweevictoriaSince April 12, 20084 Reviews
Average Rating
3 (2.8)
  • Food3 (2.8)
  • Service3.5 (3.3)
  • Ambiance3 (2.8)


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Pho Vy Restaurant772 Fort St, Victoria
Nothing special
Submitted Saturday, April 12, 2008 - 11:24pm [Dine in]

Cheap and cheerful, we started off with spring rolls. A tad greasy, I wouldn't say that is what they're famous for.

Then the main came. It wasn't the best pho I've ever had, a bit bland, but if someone made it for me in the house, I wouldn't grumble. Expect it to come with loads of tea.

Then the bill came and we all walked off happy :)

Cheap and cheerful, what more could we want.

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Haultain Fish & Chips1127 Haultain St, Victoria
Not complicated.
Submitted Saturday, April 12, 2008 - 11:17pm [Dine in]

Sit down.
Order fish and chips, with a can of coke, from the nice girls who serve you.

Add salt and vinegar to the perfectly cooked fish in non-heavy non-grease saturated batter and the stout home cut chips.

Eat. Maybe burp (Quietly).

Pay and compliment on the service.

Walk out extremely satisfied.

If life was so simple and tasted so good, I'd wake up before 2pm every day.

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Garrick's Head Pub, The1140 Government Street, Victoria
When Victoria pull its head out of its backside...
Submitted Saturday, April 12, 2008 - 11:10pm [Dine in]

All restaurants will serve food as good as Garricks Head, which is ironic, as it is pub grub.

The burgers are awesome, and cheap, with the meat they use in it as nice and tender as anything I've paid 5 fold for. And the fish and chips are right up there, with ingredients as fresh as they come. The fish size is generous and not dripping in fat. The fries are a solid performer too.

And when you have finished, you can get slaughtered on the many well kept beers on tap and take throw some darts off someones bonce!

The only reason I wouldn't go back, would be if the lads behind the bar started wearing skirts (no one wears kilts in Ireland y'know) behind the bar. I wouldn't want to see the tears in their eyes.

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Da Tandoor1010 Fort St, Victoria
I found hell
Submitted Friday, April 11, 2008 - 11:25pm [Dine in]

In all my years of eating Indian food, I think I have found it. Yes, the worlds worst curry house.

I hear good things about this place, and was told it was worth the wait.

So wait we did.

And we received poppadoms to ease the wait. I believe the first indication to a decent curry house, is the poppadom. This reflects the quality of fat used in the rest of the cookery.
Now, unless they were one of those Patak pre-packed poppadoms, they were indeed acceptable, and a sure sign of the culinary treat being stirred up in the kitchens.
But then the dips, I think they were dips, possibly sheep dips, may have been possibly come into being via the rectum of the lord Satan himself. Vile, vile, vile.

Anyway, not a 100% start, but forgiveable.

Then we waited. Again.
Then the curry came. Just as a 5 o'clock shadow started to develop.
When I say curry, I use the term loosely. Lets call the Jalfrezi I had a 'chicken in some kinda funky gravy' affair. I when I say chicken, I think I mean mechanically recovered chicken. I dunno, was it chicken? I took a bite out of it, and I believe I spat out shrapnel. Man, it might of been the victim of a drive-by. It didn't even smell right. And the heat. I have had hotter life-savers than this tawdry imbroglio of this culinary faux-pas that sat there, festering away in front of my very eyes. There was no indication of spice, or even heat of the radiative kind that is required since the dawn of time, to perform the art of cooking. No heat of any kind. The vegetables were peppers and other stuff, they seemed to be on the crispy side, as if they had been forgotten and thrown in at the last moment.

Then there was a Naan bread. I think it may of been made out of someones nan, or at least warmed up to a temperature suitably upsetting enough that it may of actually been warmed up by somebody's nan's armpit, with extra old folk sweat to top off what can only be described as an odour reminisecent of twice used cold dishwater from a hostel for the culinary disadvantaged. It was a garlic Naan, definitely was a garlic Naan, since subtlety had abandoned it totally and had actually become the French national garlic Naan memorial. Inedible.

The rice was that yellow stuff. I thought it was sticky rice, then it dawned on me. This is a curry house that can't get rice right. Where in hell am I? Is this candid camera?

I asked for the bill several times, and actually waited longer to receive it than it took me to eat it (I feel I'm generous by saying I ate it, I kinda put it in my mouth and let it fall to my lower intestine where I am sure it will turn into something more edible than what it was before), and left suitably pissed off beyond belief.

However, the staff were pleasant enough. Sorry about the harsh review.

On the dips, sorry to say, I lied. I'm sure Satan hole probably tastes sweeter than them, and at least it would probably have a bit of heat in it.

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