Restaurant Tubladel — Restaurant in Salten-Schlern - Salto-Sciliar

Our recent dinner at Restaurant Tubladel was an absolute delight, a culinary journey that masterfully blended exquisite flavors with thoughtful presentation. From the perfectly timed courses to the unparalleled quality of the ingredients, every detail contributed to a truly memorable evening. Our meal began with the sea bass linguine, a dish that arrived precisely when it should, allowing us to savor its delicate nuances before the arrival of our main course. This thoughtful pacing prevented any rush, ensuring each dish was enjoyed at its peak. The sea bass itself was a testament to subtle seasoning; it was perfectly balanced, enhancing rather than overpowering the fish's natural, pristine flavor. The linguine, cooked to an ideal al dente texture, provided a harmonious base, making each forkful a pleasure. The true showstopper, however, was the T-bone steak. Without exaggeration, it was the finest T-bone I have ever had the pleasure of tasting. It arrived dramatically, presented on a large platter with a bed of glowing charcoal beneath, an ingenious touch that kept every slice of meat perfectly warm throughout the entire meal – a truly impressive detail. The sirloin and fillet sections of the T-bone were both cooked to absolute perfection, a clear indication of the kitchen's exceptional grilling prowess. The distinct textures and rich flavors of each cut were beautifully preserved, allowing us to appreciate the subtle differences imparted by their superb preparation. Accompanying this magnificent cut were expertly baked vegetables and two baked potatoes, all of which were perfectly seasoned and complemented the rich flavors of the meat. Restaurant Tubladel not only delivers on taste but also on an experience that highlights the dedication to culinary excellence. It's a place where every element, from the timing of the dishes to the innovative presentation, is meticulously considered, resulting in a dinner that is simply...

We dined here on our last night in the area, we were staying in Rodengo but made a point to drive to Ortisei based on recommendations for this restaurant. The ambiance when entering is unmatched. It’s a cozy, very intentionally decorated space with every small detail considered. We had a reservation for a Friday night at 6:30 which we thought didn’t matter because it was pretty bare when we walked in, but when we left the entire restaurant was full. So I’d definitely recommend a reservation. We had low expectations based on other food we’d had during our trip, but we were very excited to eat at a Michelin Star restaurant. Our expectations were exceeded with the food. Our group of 5 all ordered something different and we were all extremely pleased with everything we had. By far the shining dish was the smoked ricotta ravioli and the mashed potatoes. The portions are small (except for the ribs), but it was all very filling! Our only complaint about this experience was the service. The maitre d’ was very friendly, she greeted and sat us and also was the one to bring our bill and she was wonderful. Asked how our food was and wished us a good vacation. However, we had a couple different waiters throughout the meal and both fell short on our expectations. No pleasantries, no recommendations, they didn’t stop by once to ask if we wanted additional water, wine, or beer. Overall, we were blown away by the cuisine and the atmosphere, but for a highly recommended Michelin star restaurant, the service fell short. We would absolutely come back for the...

I am truly in awe of the revolutionary dining experience crafted by this Michelin- recommended establishment. Who would have thought that fine dining could be redefined through the art of majestic ignorance?

For a solid five minutes at the entrance, my companion and I were blessed with the privilege of observing a ballet of waitstaff gliding past us with such focused detachment—it was as if we were invisible, mere specters in the realm of gastronomy. Not a single soul dared to breach the sacred rule of no eye contact. We were finally rescued—yes, rescued—by a kind-hearted waitress. And oh, what a tragic moment to realize that I’d used the word “kind-hearted” to describe the bare minimum. Have we reached a point where basic human decency feels like charity? Am I here to dine, or to beg for attention?

Then came the grand finale: settling the bill. I asked—not once, not twice, but three times—with the elegance of a Shakespearean plea: “Can I have the bill, please?” Each request was met with a graceful nod, a vacant smile… and zero action. It took a breathtaking 15 minutes for the transaction to materialize. Perhaps they were subtly suggesting we stay longer and reflect on the privilege of being ignored in such a prestigious setting.

Bravo! This isn’t just a meal—it’s an endurance test wrapped in arrogance. If this is the future of Michelin, then maybe it’s time for the guide to include a new category: Excellence in Emotional...