Katrina L.
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The front of house wasn’t especially warm when we arrived, but welcoming enough.
The bar wasn’t too crowded for a Friday night, and we asked to sit at the bar itself. The host said, “Sit anywhere you like,” so we did — leaving a two-seat gap on either side of us. The host immediately snapped, “Not there. It’s rude to leave onesies.” We weren’t, in fact (we’d specifically made sure not to), but we politely moved and awkwardly sat right next to the only other couple at the bar.
For the next hour, the only people to come into the bar were… singles… and they sat wherever they liked… leaving one-seat gaps throughout the bar.
Service in general was not warm, erring on rude.
The house drinks were good in concept. I love a milk punch, and Pulitzer’s was lovely, but they served it with regular cube ice — enough that I had to hold the cubes down just to drink my cocktail. By the final third of the punch, it was genuinely hard to sip elegantly.
This place has large ice cubes (they even brand them) for some of their special cocktails. Why not all of them? Or at least… why not the €20 milk punch? It would be a way better offering.
My partner got the pistachio drink. Delicious, but tiny for €20. We live in San Francisco and London — I’m used to pricey cocktails — but the price has to be justified by craftsmanship.
We repeated the experiment: the holiday special Chestnut Sour and the Vanilla Antique. The sour was lovely — light and a little sweet. The vanilla just tasted like a vanilla bomb but at least it came with the fancy ice cube.
One last chance: we asked for their spin on a Negroni… and got a Negroni with low-quality mezcal, Campari, basic vermouth, and crappy small ice cubes.
None of the drinks were strong pours. I had three drinks in under an hour, one of which was a milk punch, and I didn’t even feel it. Usually two drinks are more than enough for me.
We also ordered food because we’d walked all the way to Pulitzer’s Bar. The fries were fine. The crispy shrimp dumplings were flavorless, and the portion was minuscule for €18.
I read about this place on a Substack I subscribe to, and apparently everyone else in the bar did too — because every single patron was American or Australian. Not really what was promised.