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Set in the heart of the city, Pravda Café & Grill is a Wellington institution; the perfect place to go for everything from a morning espresso to a leisurely lunch, afternoon drink or dinner out.
In Russian, Pravda means “the truth”. Hence the eatery’s focus on honest, produce-led dishes that use the very best ingredients New Zealand has to offer. The daytime menus offer flavourful café favourites given a modern spin, along with freshly ground Immigrant’s Son coffee. The cheese scones are world-famous in Wellington, while the breakfast and lunch dishes run the gamut from contemporary egg dishes to innovative salads, burgers and sandwiches, and bistro classics.
By night, Pravda is Wellington’s best steakhouse, with a carefully curated selection of exceptional cuts, informed by the menu at Pravda’s siblings, the iconic Jervois Steak House restaurants. Executive chef Gareth Stewart sources red meat of the highest quality, and alongside the grill offering is a modern bistro menu, with dishes that offer something for everyone.
Pravda delivers European sophistication to the Wellington café and restaurant scene. The heritage building is atmospheric by day or night, with vaulted high ceilings, crystal chandeliers and expanses of marble and dark wood. Generous windows allow light to flood in, and a sense of elegance imbues the space.
Pravda is the quintessential Wellington cafe and restaurant, serving fantastic food and excellent coffee, complemented by an exceptional wine list. At Pravda, a warm welcome always awaits you.
FOOD & DRINKS RESTAURANT
We have created a unique environment at Pravda Café and Grill that is deliciously different for all manner of special occasions and private functions. Set in the heart of the city amongst the hustle and bustle of share traders, commuters and visitors to the Lambton shopping precinct, Pravda is located in an elegant building with towering vaulted ceilings and hanging chandeliers of crystal.
Pravda combines the simplicity of an Italian café with marble topped tables and warming tones of dark wood panelling in the bar where Lenin’s bust watches over proceedings, to the relaxed informal dining of its banquette dining room.