Apparently new, but it doesn’t feel it. Everything feels a little second-hand, smudged and smeared. Even the menu is little more than a rumpled pile of papers. And there’s the colors: heavy purples, paintings of Mariachi men and bright colored throws. It’s outdated, banal and gives you a headache. It doesn’t improve with the food, which is stodgy, limp and generally lifeless. That their lunch deal consisted of Russian pierogi says all you need to know about this supposed Mexican. But there is a reprieve, and that comes in the form of 12 or so beer taps serving a decent selection of punk beers.
ul. Grójecka 27