Restauracja przystań&marina — Restaurant in Wrocław

A Night at Przystań: When Prosecco Betrayed Me

After a delightful dinner elsewhere, my friend—bless her well-meaning, if slightly mischievous, soul—decided that the evening needed a grand finale. "Dessert and a drink," she chirped, leading me through the charming streets of Wrocław like a dessert-seeking missile. "You'll love this place," she assured me, with the kind of confidence usually reserved for people introducing you to their newborn child or an especially talented Labradoodle.

Enter Restauracja Przystań, perched elegantly on the riverbank, gazing adoringly at what I was informed (with a reverence usually reserved for Vatican relics) was the Wrocław University building. And let me tell you, on that crisp, clear evening, the view was indeed something to write home about. The university stood there, bathed in soft golden light, looking as though it had been airbrushed by angels specifically for our enjoyment. I half expected it to start playing an overture.

Inside, the restaurant was just as impressive—impeccably presented, warm, inviting, and filled with the gentle hum of people having an undeniably lovely time. We were greeted by a waiter who could charm the frost off a Polish winter. He had a delightful manner, impeccable English, and, as far as I could tell, no intention of judging me for my impending tiramisu inhalation. An absolute professional.

Now, about the tiramisu. Let’s start with the good news: it was…fine. Lovely, even, in a "this is technically a dessert" kind of way. However, much like meeting an attractive person only to discover they don't believe in sarcasm, something vital was missing. The expected symphony of coffee-soaked sponge, the flirtatious kiss of coffee liqueur—gone. It was as if someone had taken the concept of tiramisu, run it through a bureaucratic committee, and decided to remove everything that made it exciting. But hey, at least it was edible.

Then came the Prosecco Incident of 2025. We ordered two glasses, expecting the familiar, celebratory pop of a traditionally sealed bottle, that satisfying psshh sound, the gentle anticipation of effervescence about to grace the senses. Instead, what arrived were tiny individual bottles with screw tops.

Screw. Tops.

What in the name of all things sparkling have the Italians done? Who approved this? Who sat down one day and thought, "You know what Prosecco really needs? The aesthetic charm of a gas station energy drink"? I was, quite frankly, disgusted. The taste? Acceptable. The experience? Utterly sacrilegious. I have half a mind to write to the Italian government and demand answers.

However, after my initial existential crisis over the Prosecco debacle, I must admit the ambiance worked its magic. The lights, the water, the delightful hum of conversation—it all soothed my shattered soul. By the time we finished our coffee, my faith in humanity had been mostly restored, and we left feeling quite pleased with ourselves.

All in all? A beautiful place, a delightful experience, and a near-catastrophic Prosecco scandal. Next time, I’ll brave the full dining experience. And possibly bring my own corked bottle of...

The only mistake we made in Poland we where a small family of 5 that decide to go out and eat for my grandmother's 70 birthday at a nice place that would be close by everything started out great the waitress spoke really nice English and made it easy for all of us to choose what we wanted to order helping out pointing to what she recommended then things start getting south pretty quick from now on as a person who has worked in a kitchen for close to 10 years now rule number 1, 2 and 3 is seasoning I had the pasta course with 2 other people having the same thing and there was no flavour no salt and the prawns where so overcooked they where like rocks and my grandmother who had her birthday that day wanted the chicken liver salad but instead of the liver she wanted chicken there is a chicken salad and chicken liver salad and the waitress does not allow for a small change to be made even tho we offer to pay extra for it there was just no way we start eating at around 9 and finish around 10 it was 10:03 that I call for a waiter and ask for a dessert for my grandmother and this is why I am posting this rewiew I was told the kitchen is closed even we sat Dow at 8:30 or so just the fact that the waitress did not communicate with us that after 10 it would not be possible to order a dessert then we would have placed the order before that so thank you for making us not feel welcome at this amazing location it just felt like you where pushing us out I have sat at work for 3 hours waiting for the last table to just order dessert the last chef should never leave the kitchen before his...

Thank you for an unforgettable evening! From the moment we walked in, we felt welcomed by the incredibly friendly staff, who were attentive and professional throughout the entire meal. The atmosphere of the restaurant was warm and inviting, making it the perfect place for a relaxing evening out.

Now, let’s talk about the food. Everything we ordered was absolutely delicious, but the true standout of the night was the pumpkin soup. I have to say, I’ve never tasted anything quite like it. The flavors were perfectly balanced, with just the right amount of seasoning to enhance the natural sweetness of the pumpkin. It was smooth, creamy, and comforting — exactly what you want in a soup, especially on a cool evening.

The rest of the meal didn’t disappoint either. Every dish was thoughtfully prepared and beautifully presented, and it was clear that a lot of care went into each course. The portions were generous, and we left feeling fully satisfied, but not overly stuffed.

Overall, I can’t recommend this restaurant enough. Whether you’re a fan of soups or just looking for a great dining experience, this place is a must-visit. We’ll definitely be...