Marcelo P.
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The place has a small and cozy atmosphere, which is one of the few genuinely positive points. The décor is understated, with soft tones, low lighting, and an intimate vibe that makes the space feel welcoming — ideal for couples or small groups looking for tranquility. No excessive noise, no show-off factor. That, combined with the bread that arrives at the table, is pretty much what saves the evening.
The bread is a brioche shaped like a four-leaf clover, beautifully caramelized and golden on the outside, served warm with a soft, fluffy interior. It’s genuinely delicious and one of the highlights — the only thing that truly impressed.
Unfortunately, it comes with a butter that disappoints quite a bit: overly aerated, almost like foam, lacking any strong flavor, bland and without personality. It could (and should) be much better to match the quality of the bread.
The menu is limited and, in my opinion, lacks anything truly expressive or sensational. It feels more like a curated selection of photogenic dishes for Instagram than a gastronomic proposal with real soul. Everything is very “modern,” with foams, textures, and combinations that sound creative on paper but deliver little flavor intensity in practice.
We ordered:
• White fish crudo → fresh, but flavorless, without any seasoning or touch that surprises.
• Corn foam → interesting visually, but the flavor is diluted, almost nonexistent.
• Cavatelli with mushrooms and walnuts → the mushrooms lacked depth, the walnuts felt like a lost detail.
• Tagliatelle with prawns → the pasta was okay, but the prawns had no personality, no “wow” factor of well-handled seafood.
For dessert, ice cream with fruits — again, no personality, no striking contrast, nothing memorable.
The worst part of the night was the dictatorship on drinks. The place has a very rigid stance on what you’re allowed to consume: they literally turn up their noses if you ask for a soft drink or anything outside their “curated” wine and cocktail list. They don’t sell anything else, and it turns into an uncomfortable experience. If you don’t want wine or a cocktail, you feel judged or forced to follow their script. In 2026, this feels outdated and unfriendly.
About the price: they market it as more accessible (and it has a Bib Gourmand from Michelin, which sets expectations for good value), but in reality it isn’t. Our dinner for two came out at exactly the same price as a lunch we had at Fervor (in Recoleta), which delivers far more in terms of flavor, generosity in portions, technique, and overall enjoyment. At Relíquia, we paid a premium for beautiful presentation and very little substance.
Summary: it’s a restaurant that lives off its aesthetics and the Michelin seal, but the food lacks soul. The standout brioche bread and cozy ambiance are nice touches, but if you’re looking for bold flavors, real creativity, or an experience that justifies the cost, skip it — Palermo has much better options for the same or less money.