Michele S.
Google
We were among the first guests on a quiet evening and were welcomed with warmth and genuine interest. The staff took time to ask about our preferences before introducing the daily specials, a small gesture that made the experience feel personal and curated.
The menu leans toward seafood, but in a way that feels inventive rather than predictable. Each dish showed both range and restraint, familiar ingredients treated with imagination. There’s a clear sense of intention behind the cooking: refined, balanced, and confident, without falling into the clichés of Mediterranean fine dining.
We ordered three dishes with a three-wine pairing, each chosen to match a course. The wines were exceptionally well-selected and complemented the food beautifully, when they arrived. One course, however, was served without its pairing, and despite several attempts, we couldn’t get a waiter’s attention to correct it. Later, a dish arrived without cutlery, and after repeated efforts to signal the staff, I eventually had to call out, by which point the food had cooled. Even a simple request for water took nearly twenty minutes.
It was clear that as the dining room filled, the team became overstretched. The attentiveness that initially bordered on over-eager turned into absence. What began as polished hospitality slid into visible strain.
Still, the culinary quality is undeniable. Mirko’s delivers cooking at a level worthy of serious recognition: seafood-driven, modern, and thoughtful, with a rare sensitivity to guest preference. It’s a restaurant of great promise, but one that now needs its service to match its kitchen. If that balance is achieved, a Michelin star would feel entirely justified.
