Review of Nybrogatan 38 – by Ida B.
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Sorry, don't want to come back. a group of friends had booked chambre separee down in the basement to celebrate a friend who had turned 30 and was going to have brunch. I thought it would be a little extra service but it felt more like we were forgotten. There were always different waitresses so every time something new came along, we all had to help where it was going. One of the gang had to remind three times of his lemonade, and refills of the fries we asked for came when everyone had eaten up.
What about the food? I took a shrimp salad that was among the worst I've eaten and was far from worth £225. The shrimp felt like classic canned shrimp and the salad was very basic, no thanks to iceberg lettuce and planed carrot as filler. For eggs Benedict it was 63-degree eggs, it was clearly in the menu, but come on, it SHOULD be poached egg. I wasn't one of those who took pancakes for dessert but unfortunately no one in the company was particularly happy with them either.
The room is super cozy, especially chambre, cozily decorated basement with large round table. I like the main room in general too, it is bright and lovely. Here was here for a drink before and been satisfied. There is also a little outdoor terrace with comfortable chairs to sink into and watch people, like that it is also there in the winter.
Will I give it another chance? Maybe, but not for brunch.
