Adega do Conde — Restaurant in Porto

Review on Adega do Conde restaurant in Porto. This is a copy of what I have submitted on TripAdvisor.

Well, I wish I could say I loved or hated the food since we did not get to eat there. The restaurant is located on Rua da Fonte Taurina, a very narrow street in Porto. This restaurant, had tables and umbrellas opened on both sides of the street making it hard to see where the entrance to the restaurant was. My husband and I, looking for a place to eat, were walking on this street and my mistake was, since I could not see the restaurants’ door, to ask one of the guests where the entrance was. A waiter stormed out of the restaurant asking me what I wanted, I apologized and explained my confusion, he pushed me out of the way and showed me a line where to wait. I said “do not touch me”, he was not gentle when he pushed me out. He started yelling”no, there is no room for you, it is closed, get out!” At this point, the owner storms out of the restaurant, started yelling to get out, which we were, but the two men had us trapped between the two of them. We told them we would definitely not want to eat there. I demanded to have the name of the restaurant, the owner, Firmino Barbosa Pinheiro, grabbed his business card, opened my dress and shoved it in my breast. At this point, my husband, who is 77 years old (I am 62) tried to push him away. The owner slapped me hard on my head, the other waiter jumped in and pushed us about 20 feet away and between the two of them, threw us on our backs on the cobblestone street. Need to say that guests and restaurant employees interfered on our behalf, but we got hurt regardless. After filing a police report, I am writing this from the emergency room in Porto. My husband needed 7 X-Rays of his back and shoulder and a CT Scan. To bad I did not get the name of the waiter who started this fight. I should have read other reviews from this platform and others, they clearly complain about the service to include drunk owner. Please be aware and careful if you wish to eat here. PS This WIL NOT ruin our trip. This...

Well, I wish I could say I loved or hated the food since we did not get to eat there. The restaurant is located on Rua da Fonte Taurina, a very narrow street in Porto. This restaurant, had tables and umbrellas opened on both sides of the street making it hard to see where the entrance to the restaurant was. My husband and I, looking for a place to eat, were walking on this street and my mistake was, since I could not see the restaurants’ door, to ask one of the guests where the entrance was. A waiter stormed out of the restaurant asking me what I wanted, I apologized and explained my confusion, he pushed me out of the way and showed me a line where to wait. I said “do not touch me”, he was not gentle when he pushed me out. He started yelling”no, there is no room for you, it is closed, get out!” At this point, the owner storms out of the restaurant, started yelling to get out, which we were, but the two men had us trapped between the two of them. We told them we would definitely not want to eat there. I demanded to have the name of the restaurant, the owner, Firmino Barbosa Pinheiro, grabbed his business card, opened my dress and shoved it in my breast. At this point, my husband, who is 77 years old (I am 62) tried to push him away. The owner slapped me hard on my head, the other waiter jumped in and pushed us about 20 feet away and between the two of them, threw us on our backs on the cobblestone street. Need to say that guests and restaurant employees interfered on our behalf, but we got hurt regardless. After filing a police report, I am writing this from the emergency room in Porto. My husband needed 7 X-Rays of his back and shoulder and a CT Scan. To bad I did not get the name of the waiter who started this fight. I should have read other reviews from this platform and others, they clearly complain about the service to include drunk owner. Please be aware and careful if you wish...

We entered this restaurant in Porto with hope in our hearts and hunger in our bellies. Little did we know, we were about to embark on a heroic saga worthy of Homer himself — except with less poetry and more passive-aggressive sighing.

The food? Imagine something that vaguely resembled nourishment. Not awful, not amazing — simply the gastronomic equivalent of elevator music.

The service, however, was a true absurdist masterpiece. After ordering, we waited so long that I began to suspect the chef had personally sailed to the Atlantic, wrestled a fish into submission, and then spent a fortnight negotiating its consent to be cooked. By the time our meals arrived, I had spiritually aged at least a decade.

And then came the bill. Our waiter treated us to a dazzling two-act performance: The Great Smoke Break Ballet. Twice he vanished into the mist of tobacco, leaving us to wonder if the bill was being forged by medieval monks in a candlelit chamber. Eventually, it arrived — with a charming surprise! Bread had been added, although no bread had ever graced our table. A bold artistic choice, really. Nothing says “hospitality” quite like charging for phantom carbohydrates.

If you enjoy the surreal feeling of starring in a Kafka play directed by Monty Python, complete with imaginary bread and a waiter more committed to his cigarettes than his customers, this is...