Restaurante El Fogón Sefardí

The food is original and the taste is good, but there are no details that would give the touch of quality, for example they gave me a knife with the tip raised with which I made a small wound in the mouth and then they didn't even have the detail of offering a shot at the table or a coffee, and to the table opposite if they were given a shot. the environment too austere would lack a light background music or some candle to give warmth. the receptionist at the entrance didn't even say goodbye. like dishes for me the best of the postre Segoviano Ponche and the incoming eggplant mile.

Delicious food, both at the level of quality of ingredients and of presentation/realization of the dish. said this, disappointing service for very long waiting times, although there were not many people.

Good food, but anti-pathic waiters. In fact, we don't ask for dessert and leave. other clients with reserve left tired of waiting for them to be tabled. I don't recommend it because it's not worth it.

Delicious food. the very bad attention: it is as if they were doing us a favor to attend to us. It took more than 25 minutes to come and take note of what we wanted, and that we were the first ones to sit at the restaurant. For dessert, the same. I don't know if it's because we had booked through here and not directly on the phone with them. another failure, which is not of them, when booking so we have not been able to have menu only a mini letter they have given us. It's a shame because the food was delicious and the place is very nice.

My sisters and I were in Segovia as a day trip, and wished to make the trip thoroughly worthwhile, so we did some research and finally decided to go here for lunch in between visiting the cathedral and the castle. The restaurant, which can be entered either through its own door or through the hotel, is an interesting bit of architecture on its own and well worth observing for a few moments before concentrating on the meal. The waiter delivered impeccable service, and while he did not speak English, we made do quite well with my broken Spanish and have no regrets. The menu was pondered over the usual bread and water [with the expected minor fee, it being Europe].We ultimately decided against the price fixe and simply chose individual dishes with our usual gusto, trading back and forth the following, with a shared bottle of crisp white wine- Sopa Castellana- A hearty soup of beans and bread in a delicious stock of some sort, thoroughly delightful Falafel Israeli-Europa- Falafel balls, no more no less, quite tasty Gazpacho de Cerezas- Cherry gazpacho is precisely what the name suggests and turned out to be a refreshing cold soup still with the characteristic but gentle bite of garlic. It was quite tasty and actually turned out to be excellent spooned over the falafel, though I am quite certain the mix was never intended. Surtido de Filikas Sefardies- Tiny phyllo dough wrapped triangles with various fillings. I would cheerfully have eaten the lot of them by myself, but my sisters would have done me harm. Pato Confitado-Detapas- Duck confit served over grain with a delightful gravy Cochinillo Asado- Perhaps a strange choice for a theoretically Sephardic restaurant, but Segovia has its traditions. Not for the squeamish as there are wee ears and feet involved, the suckling pig was an absolute delicacy with crispy skin and ridiculously juicy meat. Lomo de Bacalao Superior- For whatever reason, I have always been wary of cod, perhaps because salted, it is an imposing, club-like ingredient, and hardly seems up to my usually demanding standards for freshness in fish. This cod is probably the loveliest I've ever had, with sugary caramelized leeks and tomato, a splendid crust and moist, flaky flesh underneath. I'd consider returning to Spain for this alone. The desserts we chose were the Ponche de Segovia [delicious and draped, I think, in marzipan], Tarta Charlota [less exciting, but lots of whipped cream], and the Sansaticos [more phyllo triangles with delicious filling], joined with pleasant little cups of coffee. Overall, the meal was probably the absolute best of two solid weeks in Spain.