Outside of Luzia's, a sign proclaimed grilled sardines as a special dish. Five arrived on a platter: overgrilled, redolent of lighter fluid smell, hard and crumbly, bones brittle, cute decorative lemon slices useless in adding flavor (unsqueezable), tired mashed potatoes, a soup of winter squash tasting like pureed or canned squash warmed up with milk. . .
The bill was nearly $30 (with a delicious glass of red wine). Couldn't they have made a discount for sardines they were anxious to get rid of and not proclaim them special?