Об этом месте

В оживлённом районе Алфама в Лиссабоне Este Bar - уютное убежище для тех, кто ищет запоминающийся вечер. Местные называют его Zoltan's Bar; это гостеприимное место предлагает широкий выбор интересных и разнообразных напитков, каждый из которых приготовлен, чтобы радовать и удивлять. С ценами от 5 до 10 евро это доступный способ провести вечер, полный живых бесед и смеха. Непринуждённая атмосфера Este Bar делает его любимым местом и для местных жителей, и для туристов; здесь тепло приветствуют всех, включая ЛГБТ+ сообщество. Будь то бокал тщательно подобранного вина или креативный коктейль, дружелюбный и внимательный владелец следит за тем, чтобы каждый визит был таким же незабываемым, как и приятным. Неудивительно, что это очаровательное место заслужило впечатляющий рейтинг 4,8 в Google.

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Стоимость

$$$$ 5 - 10 EUR

Услуги

Еда в заведении

Предложения

Подают алкоголь, Подают коктейли, Подают пиво, Подают вино, Подают еду

Оплата

Оплата дебетовой картой, NFC оплата

Атмосфера

Повседневно, Уютно

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4.8
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4.8/5 204 отзывов
Eric Ngo
Eric Ngo
1 месяц назад на Google
  • Еда: 5
  • Обслуживание: 5
  • Атмосфера: 5

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

Childish Bambino
Childish Bambino
1 месяц назад на Google
  • Еда: 5
  • Обслуживание: 5
  • Атмосфера: 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.

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tony from the future
tony from the future
1 месяц назад на Google
  • Еда: 4
  • Обслуживание: 5
  • Атмосфера: 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.

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