Here’s the TL;DNR version: They served ribs.The ribs were chilled, like the beer. The meal was terrible. Do yourself a favor and eat somewhere else.
Long version:
Firstly, the staff here are very friendly although they disappeared soon after serving ribs. The beer is cold though.
The ribs served here were likely cooked over a sizzling bbq with flames that flared through the grill as fat dripped on to the fire. Sadly, that had been some time in the last seven days, and the ribs themselves had no memory of the experience.
The ribs this restaurant served tasted left in a fridge, and forgotten. They were dried out and what had once been caramelized fat turned to a white waxy tallow.
In the kitchen, the chef (?) pulled three of these leathery abominations out of the fridge, and with admirable honesty made no pretense to heat them up. Instead, the chef (?) attempt to conceal this heinous grey crime underneath a sauce (also chilled) whose best attribute was that it was brown.
Having found that the staff had disappeared completely. I struggled through one of the ribs and abandoned the other two I opted to sample what the menu optimistically described as the “vegetable of the day”. This side dish consisted of five slivers of green beans and two pieces of carrot. The day of which they were vegetables, had past long, long ago. Leaving them wilted, dehydrated, and wrinkled, like seven little vegetable Keith Richards reclining on my plate.
Beside the ribs was a dish claiming to be a garlic mashed potato. I can confirm that this dish is made of potatoes but its association with garlic was perhaps limited to the chef (?) looking at a clove of garlic while reconstituting the powdered mash.
As you may have guessed this was the worst meal I had the misfortune of eating while in Port Vila. But like I said in the title, they served ribs.