Ceviche Bar — Restaurant in Warsaw

Absolutely divine place. You feel like Thou touch You just being there. These feelings are real inception. It's truly Lucid Dream. The synesthesis of palate, nose and hands, hands, hands are wonderful. The service is impeccable. This place has no errors. Every detal, on every dimension, is the proof that I exist. The Menu, from time To time changing, Yet still Constant in perfection, is delivered from silk palms of most beautiful waitressess on planet, which are for Sure so Mine that they're doing this graceless job just like they would commit suicide from Me. The Menu is from handcrafted paper on extraordinary wonden desk, which easily can serve for something completely different than My creations thought it should be:) (painting pink on living objects, for non-obvious thinkers) They offer the most refined and delicious ceviche in Universe, trust Me, I have been everywhere. They're better than the origins in Peru. Sitting on so unpretensional sofas I Am "thinking " more about somatic than spiritual food and Ceviche definitely starts being associating To Me with Cosmo, Warsaw, Poland, and not My wonderful Peru, where I spent more than 3 years. Well, the experiences are so out of this world. That you could forget that you need oxygen to breath. For true hedonists and orgasm-addicted food lovers, this place is fifth heaven inside heaven. There is no better place on Earth. Forget Me that I didn't focus on conctete food, but believe Me, there are no Mistakes. My Astral Projection's favourite is corvina ceviche, robalo, and dworskich, (and Maybe even Tuna) tiraditos. And don't forget calamari empanadas-they're divine! They're just melting in your mouth, just like everything else here, but this one, Due to relatively high carbohydrate concentration, NOT context, it's true serotonin booster. It's like Salt mdma. Created by Mr. Grzegorz Jankielewicz, this place is like moon Pearl inside Cosmopolitan, the Temple of God. This place has deep impact on every detail and is just Reflection of quantum of his Soul. The cherry on cake: this place delivers digital results by analogue methoods:) That's why I...

Let’s start with the good news: the truffle fries were excellent — crispy, fragrant, and probably the only thing that truly earned their spot on the menu. The open kitchen was another nice touch — spacious, tidy, and gave a sense of transparency you rarely see.

And now, for the ceviche bar that somehow forgot it’s a ceviche bar. There were only four ceviche options on the entire menu — barely enough to call it a theme, let alone a concept. The interior was painfully plain, offering the charm of an IKEA showroom on a Monday morning.

Cleanliness? Let’s say… aspirational. Crumbs on the sofa, soy sauce splatters on the wall — the kind of details you can’t unsee once you’ve spotted them.

The service was the highlight of awkwardness: cold, uninterested, and vaguely passive-aggressive. We felt like unwanted guests crashing a private dinner. They cleared our plates before we even finished eating, and when pouring our wine, the server dumped nearly half the bottle into the glasses in one go — as if silently suggesting, “Maybe drink up and go?”

As for the ceviche itself — utterly forgettable. Overloaded with avocado (and not even a nicely cut one), lacking balance, acidity, or any spark of flavor. Honestly, I’ve had more exciting salads from a gas station.

And that Michelin Guide mention? Still trying to figure out why. It certainly wasn’t for the food, the service, the atmosphere, or the experience. Oh, and did I mention it’s all wildly overpriced? For what you get, the bill felt like a punchline to a bad joke.

Would I come back? Only if every other restaurant in the city was closed — and even then, I’d...

I really wanted to like this place. Unfortunately, in my opinion, the chef is either overthinking his recipes or is lacking finesse. The service was descent, however, none of the servers was attentive enough to deliver the order as requested or to pay attention to the needs of the patrons. The local has a modern vibe resembling more of a bar than a restaurant with cheap plastic chairs and uncomfortable cushioned sofas against the wall. We ordered a classic pisco sour that seemed to be pulled from a prepackaged mix with very little pisco. We also ordered the ceviche mixto, the grilled octopus, and the langostinos. The ceviche was well seasoned however it lacked dimension. Initially I thought the addition of avocado was interesting, but it really did nothing for the dish. Perhaps sweet potatoes would have given it a more balanced taste and texture. The octopus was well prepared and tasty however the addition of the burratta was a total miss. The langostinos were also tasty but the cream just did not work with it leaving you feeling totally underwhelmed by the experience. In conclusion the whole menu confused me and the dishes we tried missed the mark in taste and composition. I hope they...