Restaurante Pituko Bilbao — Restaurant in Bilbao

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We are a family of four who, for religious reasons, have never eaten pork in our lives. We came to this restaurant with high expectations, but the experience turned out to be extremely frustrating and hurtful.

From the beginning, we clearly and repeatedly explained – in German and Spanish, with translation help – that we do not eat pork. Despite this, we were served food that clearly contained pork products: fries with pieces of ham, a mixed grill plate with pork tenderloin and sausages. Each time we asked, we were told “no, this is not pork – you can eat it.”

Only after asking several more times did someone finally admit that the sausages did in fact contain pork – but by then, the juice had already contaminated the entire dish. This felt deeply disrespectful and personally painful.

We felt that we were knowingly misled, which left us feeling humiliated. Although the staff eventually apologized and we didn’t have to pay, that does not undo the damage done on multiple levels.

We strongly advise against visiting this restaurant if you have any dietary restrictions due to religion, health, or ethical reasons. In our case, our needs were made very clear – but they were simply...

Pituko a Peruvian fusion restaurant specialised in grilled meat (carnes a la parilla), hamburgers and cocktails. The place was packed. didn't have a reservation, had to wait for a few minutes and the nice young lady served me a table. Menu is simple but great if you are a meat lover and they also serve lovely cocktails. I had the picaña 300 gr comes with a nice salad and fries (no need for me) and 2 salsas. Must say the salsas are the bomb! Had some cocktails so was feeling a bit uzzy haha The service is every good. And the prices are in order. I had a very nice time and enjoyed the music (latin), atmosphere, good food & drinks and friendly relaxed service. What does a person need more?! Simply said Lovely!! and will be back 100% For the friendly Brasilian young lady (Daniella) that served me good luck with your studies y muito obrigado pelo...

En el corazón de Bilbao, donde las calles aún susurran historias de hierro y mar, se alza un templo de la carne que no rinde pleitesía a la modernidad vacía ni al artificio gastronómico, sino que consagra cada bocado al fuego sagrado de la parrilla. Allí, bajo el humo aromático que danza como un conjuro ancestral, se sirve la carne con la dignidad que merece el animal y el apetito.

Lo primero que sorprende, incluso antes de que el paladar tome la palabra, es la exuberancia de las raciones. Aquí no se escatima en generosidad ni se temen los tamaños de antaño. La picaña —esa joya oriunda del sur, corte noble donde los haya— se presenta majestuosa, como si supiera que es la protagonista indiscutible del festín. Su textura, su punto, su jugosidad obedecen a una técnica que no se improvisa, sino que se hereda como una liturgia.

En el preludio de esta oda carnívora, los entrantes hacen su discreta pero sabrosa aparición. Los nachos, coronados por un acompañamiento que se repite también en las patatas fritas —una suerte de trinidad entre el queso fundente, la carne picada y la crema agria—, se alzan como dignos embajadores del mestizaje culinario. Son francamente recomendables, tanto por su sabor como por su estructura, mientras que las patatas, aunque sabrosas, adolecen de cierta blandura que las relega a un segundo plano, víctimas quizás de un exceso de humedad o un olvido en el crisol del aceite.

Y cuando uno cree que la gula ha dicho su última palabra, llega el postre como una promesa cumplida: la tarta Tres Leches. Dulce sin empalagar, húmeda sin deshacerse, ligera como una evocación tropical entre tanta carne vasca. Un cierre exquisito que deja en la boca el eco de una caricia.

Todo ello, sorprendentemente, a un precio más que comedido, casi como si el restaurante quisiera recordarnos que el buen comer no debe ser nunca privilegio, sino derecho inalienable del hedonista sensato.

Un lugar, en definitiva, donde la parrilla canta y el alma —saciada y...