Last night, after a long week of work, Ben and I walked over to College Street to enjoy a warm night on the patio, to gaze into the stars and to eat a nice meal. We passed by a number of interesting places and ended up at Sintra. The stand outside advertising their $20 prix fixe sure didn't turn us away. We were seated rather quickly and given a few slices of potato bread (not super fresh) and a hummous dip that certainly had too much chickpea and too little tahina. Now, on a cold winter night, I wouldn't press too much on this issue, but given that the city is in the middle of a heat wave, smog advisory and humidity warning, I would have expected the waitress/hostess/bouncer (I'll explain later) to provide us both with a glass of tap water upon sitting down. Never would I expect to ask for water, not once, but twice, and have to still wait about 30 minutes to get it. By the way, I should mention that the restaurant was more than half empty.
When we were looking at the menus we realized that we didn't see any prix fixe! In the meantime, we decided on a what we were going to get. When the waitress came to take our order, I politely asked if we could see the prix fixe - no problem there, and Ben decided to order from it. Quite a good deal. Since I would have ordered the same app and dessert as Ben, I decided to go ahead with ordering just a main off the regular menu (and planned to nibble off of my SO's plate). Ben's prix fixe started with 2 little shrimp empanadas (one of which was a little too crunchy and the other which was a little underdone). But it was tasty. Then he had scabbord fish (?) with some veggies and potato and although some of it was burnt, it was pretty good. For dessert he had a Portuguese custard which was yummy. I opted for the BC black cod which was quite nice, mounted on a dome of truffle potatoes with some veg on the side. And a good coffee to finish off the meal.
During our entire stay there, we had to keep watching this drunken lady (probably with some mental issues) continue to walk in and out of the restaurant asking for a Black Russian. She must have come in about 12 times and it certainly put a damper on the evening and was not very appetizing. I saw restaurants across the street place a bouncer out in front so that she wouldn't be able to walk in. However, at Sintra, there were only 2 girls working (one of which was standing behind the bar picking her nose, otherwise useless) and they allowed this lady to continue walking in and out of the restaurant.
Overall, the food was OK but the service really stank. I would suggest trying something else on this street of endless cafes and restaurants.