Da Vinci's in Dacorum

"Barracuda: A Disaster So Vast It Makes the Titanic Look Like a Dinghy" Well, where do I even start with this catastrophic mess of a restaurant? Barracuda is the culinary equivalent of an amateur magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat… and then setting the hat on fire. It’s like someone threw a bunch of overcooked seafood into a blender and called it a “dish.” Spoiler alert: it’s not. Walking into Barracuda is like stepping into the “what not to do” section of a bad reality show. The décor? If Ikea and a dollar store had a child, Barracuda would be it. The walls practically beg you to leave, the chairs make you rethink every life choice you’ve made, and the ambiance screams “we’re trying so hard, but we’re failing miserably.” Let’s talk about the food—oh wait, I’m sorry, I meant “mystery substances served on plates.” If the goal was to make my taste buds weep in confusion, then mission accomplished. The fish—if you can even call it that—was as fresh as a sock left in the back of a hot car for three days. The scallops? More like chewy erasers someone forgot to flavour. And don’t even get me started on the lobster—what did I do to deserve this betrayal? It tasted like it was pulled from the ocean, boiled in apathy, and served with a side of heartbreak. Honestly, I’ve had more flavour from a damp paper towel. The sides? Oh, they were just special. The mashed potatoes were lumpy enough to start a protest, the salad was a pile of wet sadness, and the so-called “house dressing” was as flavourful as the floor of a laundromat. I’d get more excitement from chewing on a piece of cardboard. And the service? If there was an award for the most apathetic, indifferent waitstaff, Barracuda would have a trophy case full of them. Our server moved slower than a sloth on tranquilizers, and her “smile” looked like it was genetically engineered to drain the joy from the room. She somehow made me feel like I was inconveniencing her by being there, which, at that point, was probably true. And the prices? Let’s just say, I’ve spent less money on a vacation that didn’t end in a full-blown existential crisis. Barracuda charges you like it’s a fine-dining experience, but the only thing fine about it is the fine line between delusion and reality. You could throw your cash into the ocean and get better results. If you’re looking for a restaurant where the food makes you question your entire existence, where the service makes you long for the days of eating alone in your car, and where you leave with the distinct feeling that you’ve just been robbed—not just of your money, but your will to live—then Barracuda is the place for you. Do yourself a favour—find somewhere that actually cares about its food and its customers. Barracuda? It's just a joke with no punchline. "Epic Games will never ask for your password" -Jonesy

I ordered a pizza from Di Capri Pizza, and it arrived completely burned. It was inedible, a total waste of money. I don’t understand how they could even send something like this to a customer. Very disappointing service. Definitely do not recommend!

Tried this pizza restaurant in Berkhamsted for the first time for Bank Holiday dinner at 7.30pm. The whole experience was very strange. Not really sure how a restaurant like this exists in Berkhamsted as it is completely different to all other restaurants in the area. They didn’t seem to have anything in stock. There was one guy running the place. He said he only had 2 orange drinks left so my kids had orange and I had to go for a Diet Coke even though thats not what I wanted!! . How can a restaurant not have any drinks? I ordered Piccante pizza which should have had chilli peppers and oregano, sausage and red peppers on it. It came with only sausages and red peppers on top. So he clearly did not have the ingredients in stock to put on the pizza. What a complete joke! So it was just lots of red peppers with a few slices of sausages with no flavour at all. See photo. 2 kids and 2 adults we had 4 pizzas and 4 soft drinks for £63 which for a place like this is a complete waste of money. It was cash only so they don’t accept cards yet he did not have enough cash for giving change back. The whole experience was just odd. Not sure if we were there on a bad day or if its always like that but we will most certainly not be returning. When you order a pizza you expect all the ingredients specified on the menu to be put on the pizza!!

Hi. The food is very good. It's a nice setting but every time we come there is no service. They start off well. Once you have your food, they forget about you. It ruins the experience Food can take ages. My husband had to get up and ask for a dessert menu. Not good at all

I can’t remember a time when a pizza has been delivered without any sort of tamperproof sticker. We’ve all seen the nightmares on London news, delivery drivers nicking mix of pizza or spitting on them if there’s pork well today I got my first pizza delivered and it had no anti-tapper proof measures. The delivery driver gave me the pizza And I said oh great I’m looking forward to it, and he’s replied. It’s a nice pizza. Obviously, he taken a look from the restaurant and the guy was Surprised this was an issue. One wonders if he’s living in Cloud cuckoo land. There was something off about the pizza as well. Which was another reason why it went in the bin, like my 20 quid.. It cost nothing to buy some circular stickers like every other pizza chain and just placed the stickers over the pizza box so that if it’s been opened, the stickers will tear. Obviously this was way above the managers head.