Sonia A.
Google
This restaurant was once one of Lisbon’s great fish institutions. Today, it is little more than a hollow imitation, trading shamelessly on a name and image that no longer belong to the people cooking the food.
The place has been sold, yet the new owners cling to the old reputation like a life raft. The menu still proudly lists a chef who clearly no longer cooks here, while the actual kitchen appears to be run by someone who cannot even afford — or perhaps recognise — decent fish.
The squid and octopus tasted unmistakably frozen: rubbery, watery, and devoid of any trace of freshness. The squid rice was drowned under a copious salad, as if volume could compensate for quality. It couldn’t. I have never had such a disastrous octopus rice, nor an octopus salad so lifeless, nor a squid dish so thoroughly wrong in both flavour and execution.
To make matters worse, the level of cleanliness — particularly in the toilets — was deeply questionable, which does little to inspire confidence in a restaurant that once prided itself on freshness and care.
What remains is a lie dressed up as tradition: the same name, the same branding, but none of the competence or integrity that once justified them. This is not continuity; it is appropriation.
If you are coming for what this restaurant used to be, save yourself the disappointment. The memory is far better than the reality now served at the table