Retro
Unfortunately the model is based on a Pasttime Paradise that was fine then but is just plain stale now. The spacious decor hints at a modicum of style betrayed by the cheesy pop music that could only provide listening pleasure for teenage MTV fans.
It pains me to say that the food was actually quite good -- the time it was served warm. The menu is strikingly easy to navigate and well-designed (wish they'd invested as much in the management). The cappuccino lobster bisque was a frothy epicurean delight of crustacean originality -- pomegranate fit for Apollo.
Somebody should tell the kitchen staff the difference between al dente and Al Pacino. The pasta was fit for a Godfather once, but on another visit it seemed like it was butchered by Scarface himself. The carpaccio was forgettable but I was ready to forgive if the steak melted off my trident fork . No such luck. Maybe the plume of monoxious nicotine vapors had deadened my olfactory senses but I was tempted to wave the poor slab of meat in the air just to soak up some flavor -- any flavor. After attacking it with the kitchen's equivalent of black pepper spray, and wrangling a knotty cystic morsel onto my shiv, I felt more like a prisoner than a dinner patron. Retro can get quite crowded on the weekends, but I've rarely seen others actually eating. Maybe that's the price you pay to be retro -- you gain Coolio but lose Stevie Wonder.
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Retro
Francouzska 4
Prague 2
222 510 592
Price: 300-700 Kč