A dark, forbidding eatery that’s acquired a reputation for the most ridiculous version of the British fry-up you’ll ever come across – you might want to bring some toilet paper with you. This place hasn’t seen a spring clean since the 90s, and it’s starting to look increasingly knackered – remember that red phone box and miserable coat check chap? They’re still here. As are the same chefs by the looks of it; the food is certainly every bit as bad as it was a couple of years back. The name suggests steak is the forte here, though we’ve yet to find any evidence of this.
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ul. Krucza 51
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(+48) 22 827 00 20 Open 11:00-24:00