Address: Oborishte 1a

The fact that the whole age of dance and house music past me by completely, made me a somewhat strange bird amongst the visitors to the newly established Planet Club. Being fully aware that I may be somewhat biased, I decided to pay attention solely to the food, the service, the interior and clientele. With respect to the last criteria, I have to note that on entering, I noticed some neckless fat men with gold chains accompanied by very young, skinny pouting girls. Apart from that there were some random hipsters. The interior is quite nice, in a disco sort of way, with lots of silver and black, huge bars and enormous silver leather couches. The music, that I was trying to ignore, blared out of a sound system under guidance of a DJ. For a moment I doubted that there would be any kind of food available, but after inquiring at the bar, a friendly bartender ensured me that they do serve dinner. After taking a seat on one of the leather couches, a waitress shoved a huge menu (newspaper size) under my nose. Shortly after I realised that it was only big in size and not in contents, meaning food wise. There were some salads, sandwiches, two kinds of risotto, caviar, for the modest amount of 399 leva, and some pancakes and nuts. I imagine that their menu is more aimed at an audience that was forgetful about having dinner, and only remembered after having some cocktails. The caviar was not the only expensive dish on the menu. The salads ranged from 3.99 to 6.99, which by Bulgarian standards is high. I ordered a salad called Branch for Birds at 5.99 leva and a pancake with chicken, ham, yellow cheese and champignons. Within a matter of seconds my salad arrived. It consisted of pasta, tri colori, and spots of olives, peppers, courgette and a lime sauce. The fist bite was very sour indeed and the glazing on my teeth protested heavily. The olives were few and ice cold, as well as the peppers and courgette. It came right out the fridge and it wasn't very interesting or tasty. I left the salad for what it was and waited for my pancake. This was also not a hit with me. The champignons came recognisably out of a can; the meat was of a poor severely manufactured quality. Demonstrati-vely I put my cutlery on the plate and claimed I was finished eating. Upon which, the waitress brought me a new set in order to finish the dreaded salad. No way, I asked for the bill, which came to 9.87 leva. I am not impressed with the food at Planet Club at all, and its very high prices make it all the more disappointing, considering that I can have a really nice salad in a very nice restaurant for seven leva. But maybe it's a nice place for dancing, if one enjoys the throbbing sounds of house or dance music. In all honesty, I couldn't say.