In the quiet early hours of Powiśle, Seagull opens its doors and invites Warsaw to begin again. The room glows with gentle light, the hum of coffee machines and the easing of yesterday’s edges. It’s not about revival or excess — it’s about renewal. A place where the first part of the day is honoured, where you come not to recover but to replenish.
There’s a subtle Asian-inspired heartbeat in the menu: eggs Benedict topped with yuzu-hollandaise, shrimp cradled in guacamole and mango salsa, a toast with harissa oil and chickpeas whispering of distant shores. It’s bright, unexpected, and relaxed.

Start with the Cloud Matcha — a pale green wave under a fluff of cloud-meringue; you drink it and you feel the sun peeking in through city windows. Then the Eggs Benedict with shrimp — two soft poached eggs, guacamole beneath, mango salsa dancing above, the hollandaise laced with citrus-Asian motion. It tastes like morning opening itself up. The English Breakfast offers its own form of clarity — bacon, beans, potatoes, crisp edges — a familiar structure with enough light to lift you into the day.

Seagull isn’t about late-night stories or hangovers; it’s about morning stories. It’s the neighbourhood spot where you sit across a small wooden table, the steam from your coffee curling in the light, and you talk about what you’ll do — not what you did. The kids arrive with their laptops, the couples talk quietly, the friends plan something new.
Drinks follow the same philosophy: yes, there are mimosas for the celebratory start, but also bright, non-alcoholic alternatives that pair perfectly with clarity, company and conversation. You’re not hiding from last night — you’re facing the day.

Seagull knows sunshine isn’t just about weather. It’s about texture (that harissa crunch), flavour (that yuzu hollandaise), mood (that calm confidence). Walk in with the city still grump-eyed, leave with its possibilities asking for your attention.
Here, morning isn’t something to survive. It’s something to live.