Arcos Grill Portugues Giver

The food was great and fresh. The location was clean and with a great balance of culture and authenticity. You can sit in if you come at the right because the location does get packed and the line can be long. Parking: It's a shopping plaza so there is plenty of parking available.

My wife and I dropped into Los Arcos on Sunday haven't been to the Bar for a while as we have only just started traveling again. Have to say was delightfully surprised you can see that the bar and restaurant has been spruced up so we tried the Sunday lunch. Meats were fresh and tender and the meal arrived warm with generous servings, a lovely afternoon with a couple of beers and great atmosphere so a big thank you to the staff

Family delicious meals. Portuguese or Mexican excellent food!

Please please please spend some money on the playground. The floor is uneven and has holes in (just make it grass) so the children are always falling over. There’s nails sticking out of the wooden toys, the €1 slot machines don’t work, swings are broken. It’s really bad and such a shame as it would make it such a great place to come as a family.

In all my 61 years I have NEVER tasted such disgusting food in my entire life. Halloumi cheese was thrown on the plate, looked like burnt leather and we couldn't really tell what we were eating. Their Sunday roasts were definitely the most shameful excuse for a British meal I've ever seen all 3 of them, ham, turkey and beef. The cauliflower cheese tasted of the cheapest plastic cheese you can imagine. The roast potatoes were like cardboard. The parsnips were like rubber and full of grease/oil. The gravy had a strange flavour of anything other than meat, and the worst of all what were supposed to be Yorkshire puddings. Overdone, rubbery, full of grease and tasted like a combination of all the other items on the plate. The staff !! ? consisted of the owners who didn't seem to understand a word of Spanish and the daughter, whose appearance would better match a seedy night club than a Sunday dinner restaurant. She had no idea how to attend a table, nor explain how their menu worked. I was so ashamed to take my Spanish friends to such a grotty place. They've now got a clear idea of what British cooking is like and will certainly never want to risk trying it again. I'd hate to see inside their kitchen. I can't pinpoint where the disgusting flavour of all their food actually came from, but have a feeling it might be either very old overused or burnt oil, or even worse lard.