Blanka H.
Google
Arrived to a gentleman opening the door—always a nice ego boost. Found the table easily, and the staff were instantly lovely. The lighting was cozy enough to encourage good conversation (and maybe a secret or two), and the live piano with double bass was a gorgeous surprise. Service was attentive, dishes arrived at just the right pace, and overall we were well looked after.
Celeriac Soup
It arrives looking adorably smug—a cute presentation that knows it’s about to win you over. The smell? Absolutely mouth-watering, the sort of aroma that sashays up to you and whispers, “Yes, you’re going to fall for me.”
It is very hot—like, “accidentally-background-extra-in-a-steamy-kissing-scene” hot—but once you get past that, it’s all nostalgia and comfort. Fresh veggies that take you straight back to childhood, as though someone blended up a memory and seasoned it properly.
The cheese gougères? Tiny heartwarmers. Little edible hugs. The truffle oil adds depth—brooding, mysterious depth. Very wintery, very delicious, very I’d like to wrap myself in a blanket now, thanks.
Steamed Short Rib Pudding with Mashed Potatoes
The pudding itself looks… fine. Not a show-off, more of a dependable friend who gets the job done. But the pastry consistency? Surprisingly lovely. A bit heavy for my taste—like the dish equivalent of a partner who insists on “just one more episode”—but nothing inherently wrong with it.
The meat, though. Beautifully tender, seasoned with warm, cosy flavours that feel like they were planned by someone very emotionally stable. It pairs wonderfully with the mushroom and spinach bisque, which adds a satisfying, earthy richness. The mashed potatoes were creamy and enthusiastic without upstaging the main. A solid supporting actor.
Tiramisu
Cute presentation—nothing to write a sonnet about, but sweet enough. The cream is lovely, but the sponges were a bit grainy, and the coffee came on a bit strong, like an overconfident first date trying too hard to prove they appreciate “real espresso.”
Not too wet, though (points for that). And honestly, it’s best shared. The portion is generous—almost suspiciously generous—especially after a hearty main.
