Zero! All the reviews on the Internet make me think that those people ate for free at the place. I entered Waterloo on a blood-boiling heat. The doorkeeper looked like an actor from an old-fashioned one-act play; a retired gentleman who had found temporary shelter under the tavern?s hot roof.

Waterloo Restaurant

The waiters were dying of heat and they kept insisting we went inside, where they had aircon. The interior didn?t inspire me, so I tortured them by staying outside, to earn their tip.  
I asked for one of those Belgian beers, Duvel, in order to look cool, and it hit me likewise. It was an average beer, which in no case justified the 14 RON one has to take out of the pocket while it fills one?s belly. I wasn?t interested in import duties and transportation fees: I was only judging it according to the quality/price ratio.
On that scorching heat I needed anything but fondue, so I had an imperial salad, a la Napoleon. It was quite poor in ingredients, looking more like Saint Helen Napoleon (not that the crazy guy was better off at Waterloo), but it was refreshing? It had a lot of grass and easily digestible cheese that was more typical for the summer season. The pancakes were acceptable, but they weren't extraordinary. The waiters tried to be amiable, and they really succeeded in doing so, too bad they weren?t fast too. We were the only customers on the terrace.