Came here for my lady's birthday. We came on a Friday night so the place was packed and there was a line. We aren't part of the bourgeoisie so we were comfortable with sitting at the bar. We were able to get inside immediately and be seated without a wait even though there was a group of 6 waiting outside. I feel like we were seated either by the owner or the manager either way the woman was very accommodating. I feel like if they had known the damage we were about to do in there they would have sat us down at a table. To give you some background context we live on Calle Loiza so we frequent a lot of these restaurants on the main strip. Even before her birthday I had been on a quest to find some a godo meatball sub. Biga does not make a meatball sub however they make a meatball pizza. When we walked in and they placed the menu in front of us my mouth began to salivate like I was a hyena following a pack of lions during the dry season on the Serengeti. No lie the way my stomach twisted up and I began drooling while looking at the menu I was ready to kick open the door to the kitchen and stick my hand in the brick oven and pull everything out and stuff it with no qualms into my face. The scents wafting from the kitchen had me ready to fight the chef barefoot in a parking lot full of glass for whatever they were concocting in the back. Once my lady saw the look in my eyes and asked me if I was ok we decided on drinks. Now there aren't Espresso martini's on the menu per se but my lady spotted the industrial grade espresso machine behind the bar. She's very particular with her's and always keeps an eye on the bartender to make sure there are 3 beans in there. Now personally I myself am not a vodka person but according to her this was the 2nd be espresso martini on the island outside of LaLa (Bad Bunny's restaurant located in the mall of San Juan) Something about seeing the espresso coming out of a machine that looks like it was imported from Italy just gave the drink the extra oomph. I had a drink called the drunken monkey or something like that, I remember looking at the menu and reading the ingredients and thinking this is probably the most dangerous drink on the island. Had we just not left a bar prior to coming to Biga I would have ordered 17 of those monkey drinks. The owner/manager lady that seated us ended up taking our food order. By this point she could have told me the special was sautéed roadkill, the way everyone else's food looked and smelled I was ready for whatever the chef put in front of us. We started off with the Hummus with the fresh baked Naan and lamb, the mussels, and the bacon wrapped dates. I apologize for how explicit this next part is going to be as I describe the food. THE FUCKING HUMMUS W THE LAMB. imagine going to Dubai as a billionaire, You're on a yacht with 20 models and bottles of Cristal. The servants come out and bring some platters of food. This is what they feed Sheiks and Crown Princes before they have a "Dubai Chocolate Party" on the models. I felt like middle eastern royalty eating this. My lady burned her hand on the Naan because it was that fresh out the oven. 1,000 out of 10. Same can be said for the bacon wrapped dates. In my heart of hearts I know bacon is Haram but the way they made it taste I'm pretty sure the prophet would have let it slide. Now best bacon wrapped dates I''ve had on the island are from Graziani on Calle Cerra but they gave them a run for their money. Now I'm not sure if the manager lady really thought we were a cute couple or no one ordered mussels all week because the amount that came out on the plate was ludicrous. I put a photo of the empty shells in the review. We honestly could have stopped after the apps the pizza was not necessary. But it was her birthday so we needed to enlarge our backs as much as possible. We got the meatball pizza. It was so good that you can see we are missing 2 slices before we could take a photo. Now here is my only point of contention with the entire meal. My lady loves Brick oven pizza. We are both from NY. I ONLY consider NY style pizza real pizza. I'm not from Naples or Genova. Screw the "authentic" shit. Give me a slice from a sweaty Armenian guy behind the counter with 2 Salvadorans, a Colombian and a Mexican working in the back. (Real NY'ers know Bronx Little Italy has 3 Italians left) However this brick oven pizza did stand out for me because it tasted like it had a sour dough starter going on. The dough was amazing. We were too full by this point to try a dessert but based off of the rest of the food, I'm sure it would have been amazing. Entire experience was a million out of 10. We will def be returning even tho we live 2 blocks away. read more