Old Town Bar & Grill
Old Town Bar & Grill is a vibrant restaurant and bar located along the harbor promenade in the heart of Rab's old town, Croatia. It offers a diverse menu in a pleasant atmosphere.
Location:
Obala kralja Petra Krešimira IV BB, 51280 Rab, Croatia
Menu Highlights:
The menu features dishes such as shrimp risotto, homemade pljukanci pasta with beefsteak ragout, and stuffed rump steak.
Operating Hours:
* Bar:
* Sunday - Thursday: 7:00 AM - 2:00 AM
* Friday - Saturday: 7:00 AM - 6:00 AM
* Restaurant:
* Daily: 11:00 AM - 11:00 PM
Contact Information:
Phone: +385 51 875 563
Atmosphere and Features:
The establishment is known for its friendly staff, quality food, and pleasant ambiance. Guests can also enjoy live music events that enhance the dining experience.
Old Town Bar & Grill
- $$
- 51280, Rab, Croatia
- +385 51 875 563
- https://maps.google.com/?cid=14202380881369664864
Sunday 7:00 AM – 2:00 AM Monday 7:00 AM – 2:00 AM Tuesday 7:00 AM – 2:00 AM Wednesday 7:00 AM – 2:00 AM Thursday 7:00 AM – 6:00 AM Friday 7:00 AM – 6:00 AM Saturday 7:00 AM – 2:00 AM
Reviews1 / 5
Silent Forest986
The staff were friendly and professional . The beef carpaccio is amazing maybe the best one i had , the Carbonara was excellent , definitely high quality ingredients . The burgers were solid . The ambience is also pretty good . I didnt try everything on the menu , but from what i did try i can apsolutely recomend this place .
Aidan Jones
I've never set foot in this establishment, nor the entirety of Croatia or even Europe for that matter, but after a long and horrifying WhatsApp call with my friend across the world - visiting this place and having tried their "Chicken Burger" - I can honestly and safely say, on his behalf, that I NEVER intend to travel here in my lifetime. The food was delivered in artisan kitchenware, the likes of which you would probably see in any typical gentrified New American restaurant. I already lost at least 68% of my hope for the quality of the food when I saw the toothpick in the burger, a mini metal fry basket, the whole nine yards. The chicken looked so rubbery that I imagined him chucking it across a football field like an American pigskin. I almost thought it was going to leave tire tracks in his mouth. The fresh-out-of-the-bag pretzel bun looked tasteless and lifeless. It seemed like it was about to ricochet from the bouncy chicken, off of his plate, and into the trash where it belongs; along with the mini grease tray, the table, and the entire waitstaff. Even at first bite, he proclaimed that the food was "kind of awful". As he continued he chew, he proceeded to seemingly age 2 years right before my eyes during the video call. Nearing the 7th bite, he began to call for help and started experiencing an existential early-onset midlife crisis. The food was so powerfully bland that the gods of rain were called upon to wash away this meal and it began to pour harder than either of us have ever seen. And we've seen hurricanes. As he began his cold, damp trek home in the rain, he was sobbing profusely, as was I, and I continued to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. He hung up shortly after, and I haven't heard from him since.
