Review of Punk Royale Café – by Niklas E.
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It was sunny and warm out there when we went in between two dark drapes and came into the room in the picture.
Waiter showed us to our table and asked what we want to drink. Nothing more than that.
Since it began. Crazy. It all began with a dollop of Russian caviar on top of hand (as if one drank tequila) together with a shot of vodka.
Then came everything from deep fried walleye to oysters with curry and chocolate ice cream with shaved foie gras or something.. I have no idea, can't remember half of it, but I love it.
One last thing: For a dog ring pulls staff at the wheel in the picture. You risk to sit naked or the rest of the evening or gets shaved. But I won the jackpot and walked away with an abu garcia-backpack instead. Sat on the platform and waited on the tube home afterwards.
