It's not as posh as its address might suggest, as Abracadabra is also a hostel. I wasn't quite sure what to expect as I descended through a majestic wooden door into a frivolous looking room with a tatty decor. Think harlequin, mosaic floor, tacky chandelier and plush benches. I wasn't quite sure whether I'd ended up in the hostel reception or the actual restaurant, but the host quickly came to my rescue and showed me to one of the booths.
My booth was decorated with all kinds of USSR propaganda posters, Putin nesting dolls and other Russian paraphernalia. Other booths had scary looking masks hanging on the walls and lamps shades with women's legs. The menu featured Russian classics such as borsch, shaslik and Pelmeni (Russian dumplings), but we went for the Stroganoff. The beef was accompanied by a couple of potatoes and some slices of cucumber, which tasted alright, however for the price I was expecting something slightly more elaborate.
We finished the meal with a recommendation of the waiter which was a very yummie layered honey cake and a scoop of vanilla ice-cream.
When searching for the ladies' I discovered anther floor below the basement with a bar area and dance floor which according to the waiter is really hopping on a Saturday night. All in all it was an ok culinary experience, but the thing that will make me remember my dinner at Abracadabra were the loos. The ladies' room basins were heart shaped and kitted out with golden, penis shaped taps. That was a first for me. It did made me wonder though, what the male punters were washing their hands with.