Ruslan Y.
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If you’re charging 11 euros for a shawarma, it better be something special. This, sadly, was not.
Let’s start with the good part: the meat. Nicely grilled, good flavor, solid “shashlik” vibes. But the rest? Fell apart fast.
No sauce. Not even a little. Like someone wrapped it up and thought, “Dry is a personality trait.” The veggies? A disaster. Wet, cold, straight-from-the-fridge energy. No grill, no flavor, just sad supermarket salad in disguise.
Size? Small. Like, “snack between snacks” small. And we waited 20–25 minutes for that. For the same price elsewhere, you’d get a shawarma the size of your forearm—and maybe even eye contact.
To be fair, the place looks cool. The open kitchen and the smoke behind the glass are kind of hypnotic to watch. Maybe other dishes are better. But still, there’s no excuse for anything on the menu to be this far below the mark.
Lesson learned: sometimes the meat is the only thing holding it together. Literally.