Almost let this little gem slip through my fingers while on my European trip with the brother. We…read morewere strolling through Old Town when we stumbled into this spot. No signs yelling for your attention. Just a quiet confidence. Like it knew it was worth your time.
You walk in and are met with fresh seafood. A variety of fish, shrimp, and other sea bugs. Some with eyes staring directly into your soul. The kind of display that makes you pause and say, "Right then, let's get weird."
Anytime I'm with my brother, you know the one. Tastebuds of a 10-year-old but the wallet of a CEO. He's a hard guy to impress. He'll spend 80 quid on a plate and still ask if they have chicken tenders. He says things like "complex flavor profile" then washes it down with a Diet Coke.
I only managed a photo of the scallop before it disappeared into my stomach. Cooked to perfection. Sweet glaze on top. Delicate. Balanced. Honestly one of the better things I ate on the entire trip. What stood out most was the chef's style. No two plates looked the same. Each one had its own story. You could tell someone cared back there.
After I cleaned my plate, the waitress came over. She had a mouth on her that would make a sailor blush, but somehow it worked. She gave my brother a hard time for not finishing his shrimp. Proper dressing down. Someone had to say it. I admired her for holding us traveling lads to a local standard.
Bit pricey, sure. But you're not at some tourist trap. You're eating seafood hand-picked by Neptune himself. As they say, when in Rome. Or in this case, Prague.