Negra Café Boavista - Restaurant, Coffee, Brunch Porto — Restaurant in Porto

A weak 3 stars. I am surprised that the other reviews are so high!

Food was average. Nothing tasted bad, but it was not excellent. The food I ordered (avo, eggs, chicken) was cold (like actually cold), but I think it would have been better warm. The Benedict was made with strange hollandaise sauce that was too runny and not exactly resembling of typical hollandaise. The pancakes were hot, but the eggs on top were not. The presentation of the food was good, and the food came quickly!

Coffee was below average. The espresso and filter coffee were both underextracted. The roast was dark and bland. No terrible tasting notes or anything, but overall just not fantastic coffee - esspecially for a cafe.

ALSO, if you want to come here to study, they don't allow that during busy times (which is understandable). Just something to note.

All in all it's a fine place. Don't expect anything amazing, but if you're hungry or need some coffee, it will do the trick. More or...

Negra exudes an enchanting ambiance, effortlessly cultivating the ideal setting for protracted, heartwarming dialogues amongst dear friends.

The team exemplifies consummate professionalism and extends their benevolent assistance, while its prime location adjacent to the resplendent Casa da Música and the venerable Boavista roundabout inimitably enhances its allure.

Culinary offerings of exceptional quality grace the palate, complemented by an assortment of exquisite libations that delight the senses. The entire experience is an unequivocal testament to its commendable value, rendering it a superlative choice.

With the utmost enthusiasm, I wholeheartedly extend my unequivocal endorsement of this establishment.

Funny enough, I started talking in this rather distinctive fashion ever since I had my brunch...

Walked into Negra Café Boavista thinking we'd just grab a cute brunch. Instead, we had a spiritual experience. I ordered the eggs Florentine and a detox smoothie—because balance, obviously. The eggs were so perfectly poached I considered introducing them to my parents. The smoothie? Green, glowing, and suspiciously delicious. Honestly, if health always tasted like this, I’d be a better person.

He had orange juice, but somehow it tasted like it was hand-squeezed by a joyful sunbeam on a mountaintop. We locked eyes mid-bite and said nothing… because we were both too emotionally overwhelmed by spinach and citrus.

The vibe? Laid-back cool. The food? Illegal levels of good. The aftermath? Full belly, happy heart, mild addiction.

Would brunch here again even if I had to climb a hill and fight a...