Suki Ramen Sapporo - Barcelona — Restaurant in Barcelona

First of all, the place was kinda small, at least in the floor level, where we ate. They try to maximize the tables placed in there that make it very difficult for the staff and even the customers to walk through the tables. You eat super close to the tables next to you, not even 1 full-extended arm away.

The prices are quite expensive, given the food quality and kinda plain flavour. The gyozas had no taste at all, and the rice was average. The miso soup tasted mostly like warm water with a weak taste of miso.

The decoration is good, quite nice. We had a problem when paying, because they didn't register our command or lost it, and some of the staff were being mean to each other, making us wait there for some time until they decided to just charge us and keep dealing with the problem later.

I think that for the same price you could find something tastier with a more...

We met a kitchen accident. The chef probably spilled the whole bottle of chili oil in my bowl. The broth of the Japanese ramen noodles was several times spicier than the hottest Surinam roti or Sichuan hot pot you can get in Europe. After just two bites, my face was numb from the eyes down for 20 minutes. And they obviously used industrial chili essence, only tasting spicy, without the layers of other spices. There was also a burning sensation in my stomach in half hour. When we told the situation to the waiter, we only received perfunctory sympathy, as if it was just because I am not good at spicy food. Unfortunately I grew up in Sichuan China. Anyone who loves spicy food should understand the meaning of "Sichuan". The rest of food were standard as you will get in all Japanese ramen restaurants in Europe which is not run by...

We ate one ramen and one dish without the broth yesterday at 9.00 PM. Just before going back to hotel for sleep. And we ate nothing since then. This morning my partner woke up really sick - first diahhrea, then womiting. We went out to see if he can feel better in the fresh air, but we have not got too far. That street of Barcelona was witnessing some heartbreaking womit in the plastic bag… he also got goosbumps and chills. I have had a little taste of his dish that evening and this morning I got only some diahhrea. I think I might be ok after some antidiahhreal medicine I was carrying with me. But the beautiful, sunny Sunday in Barcelona is ruined as I am writing this from our hotel room in the middle of the day as my partner is laying...