Este Bar in Lisbon: photos, reviews

About

In the vibrant Alfama district of Lisbon, Este Bar serves as a cozy retreat for those seeking a memorable night out. Known locally as Zoltan's Bar, this inviting spot offers a wide array of intriguing and varied beverages, each crafted to delight and surprise. With prices ranging from just 5 to 10 euros, it's an affordable way to enjoy an evening filled with vibrant conversation and laughter. Este Bar's casual atmosphere makes it a favorite among both locals and visitors, offering a warm welcome to everyone, including the LGBTQ community. Whether you're sipping on a glass of carefully selected wine or treating yourself to a creatively mixed cocktail, the friendly and accommodating owner ensures every experience here is as unforgettable as it is enjoyable. It's no wonder this charming place has earned an impressive 4.8 rating on Google.

Price

$$$$ 5 - 10 EUR

Services

Dine-in

Offering

Serving alcohol, Serving cocktails, Serving beer, Serving wine, Serving food

Payment

Payment by debit card, NFC payment

Atmosphere

Casual, Cozy

How to get here?

The nearest public transport options for your convenience.

R. Remédios

Bus stop 164 m walk

R. Paraíso

Bus stop 48 m walk

Museu Militar

Bus stop 109 m walk

Panteão Nacional

Bus stop 166 m walk

4.8

based on 204 reviews

Google

4.8/5 204 reviews

Eric Ngo

Food: 5
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5

:)))))))))) friend thought bartender fine asffff 178CM ;)

Childish Bambino

Food: 5
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5

They call it a bar, but that’s generous. It has bottles, yes. A counter. A door that closes most of the way. A bathroom that doubles as a confessional booth for lost souls. Really it’s more like a holding cell for men who once had potential. I say this without judgment. I say this while finishing my third gin and tonic, poured by a man named Zoltan. A man not so much tending bar as standing trial in a place without laws. He doesn’t pour drinks. He offers them, like penance, like saying a rosary you don’t remember learning. The bar has no schedule. No rules. The light flickers. The furniture rearranges itself when you look away. Zoltan disappears for several minutes and no one notices—because maybe he never really arrives. There is no menu. There is no bill. You pay what Zoltan says, or what you feel. He once charged me €7.20 for a drink and then €1.80 for “emotional labor.” I thanked him. Another time he charged me nothing, but made me write down the name of someone I miss and put it in a jar behind the bar. The ceiling leaks when it doesn’t rain. The floor sticks to memory. The wine is imaginary but emotionally vivid. Locals say the bar is built on a fault line between remembrance and shame. Five stars. Without irony. Without mercy. This bar is not recommended. It is inevitable.

tony from the future

Food: 4
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5

Five stars, obviously. I don't know what this place is. A bar? A liminal space? A social experiment? I entered what I thought was an abandoned storefront in Alfama and immediately lost all sense of time. Inside: Zoltan. Or at least the idea of Zoltan. He may be several people stacked inside a trench coat. He may be a sentient fog bank wearing a flannel shirt. He handed me a drink that tasted like my parents' divorce and said, “This one’s on the house. The house is not real.” The music was playing but it wasn’t coming from speakers. It came from under the floorboards, inside the light fixtures, from beneath my skin. Sad, soft music sung by bearded men who have definitely cried in a canoe. I asked if there was a jukebox. Zoltan said, “There was. It left.” I went to the bathroom, or maybe I became the bathroom. It’s smaller than a thought. Covered in words I don’t remember writing. “WHO IS ZOLTAN” was carved into the mirror. The sink laughed at me. The toilet made an offer I refused. When I came back, the bar had moved two feet to the left and Zoltan was gently rotating. We played chess without a board. I lost. He gave me a receipt that simply read “fate.” Five stars. I haven't left yet. I can't find the door. I think I might be Zoltan now.