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Ninas Café Svärtinge1 dec. 2025
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Först låt mig säga att personalen var INTE bra, Det var någon vid namnet "Sean Combs" som tog min order och det var INTE smidigt över huvudtaget!! hela tiden så dråg han ner handen under byxan och för den ena …

Ninas Café Svärtinge14 nov. 2025
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First let me say that the staff was NOT good, Someone named "Sean Combs" took my order and it was NOT smooth at all!! the whole time he was putting his hand down his pants and for one part the floor was very slippery as if someone had covered the floor with some kind of oil. Then after I got my cake... I just want to say I have been through a lot in life, but NOTHING could prepare me for the biological horror movie that was served as "cake" at this fantasy cafe. I ordered a piece of pastry. I got a criminal experiment. It looked like someone had taken a cake, rolled it across a men's shower locker room floor, and then topped it with a mysterious white goo that should absolutely not be anywhere near food, people, or civilization in general. As I stared at that hairy, marinated abnormality for dessert, I felt my soul trying to pack its bags and escape my body. I asked the staff what happened to the cake. They shrugged as if this was a normal Tuesday. Normal Tuesday for WHO? A vicious baking competition in hell?! I have never been so angry, disgusted, and confused all at once. This wasn’t coffee — it was an attack. If anyone is reading this and wondering if they should visit “Nina’s Café”… No. NO. N E Y. I would rather lick the railing of a commuter train station at 3 a.m. on a Saturday night.