26/11/2025
EAT > Punk Royale, Stockholm (18/20)
AMBIENCE >
On the scruffier stretch of Folkungagatan in Södermalm, Punk Royale hides behind an unassuming frontage that gives little away about the mayhem inside. Step through the door and you are in a low-lit, smoke-hazed bunker where music pounds, staff orbit the room with a conspiratorial glint, and the line between kitchen and dining room blurs into a single, hyperactive stage.
Phones are swiftly confiscated, menus never appear, and the night runs on house rules: surrender control, keep an open mind, and expect to be played with. Water might arrive from a plastic watering can into cartoon tumblers, vodka is just as likely to be poured from a petrol can as a bottle, and pristine linens become the backdrop for candle wax, caviar bumps, and the occasional rogue garnish.
Despite the provocation, there is warmth underneath the chaos: a tight, international team that reads the room instinctively and calibrates the experience to each table’s appetite for mischief. The result is a strangely intimate kind of theatre—raucous, rule-breaking, but always anchored in the sense that you are being well looked after, even as the night careers gleefully off script.
EAT >
With no à la carte and no printed list, Punk Royale runs on a long-form tasting menu that can easily climb towards twenty courses, delivered at a pace that keeps you permanently half a step behind. The cooking leans lavish —Norwegian lobster, foie gras, truffle, caviar—yet the plating and delivery channel pure punk: a spoonful of something silky and decadent is shoved towards your mouth before an explanation, or a bite arrives in your hand with an instruction and a grin.
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