Give Marcel Pons this: he has kept his team together and sharpened his argument. Two years into Incorrecte's run in the zona alta, the kitchen is cooking with more clarity than swagger — artichokes in three textures with pickled mussels and pork jowl, Maresme peas with truffle, a boned rabbit under chocolate sauce that reads as heresy and eats as logic. The premise, irreverence applied to the Catalan recipe book, is now delivering actual dishes rather than actual attitude, and the tasting menu has landed at a number that makes the ambition easier to forgive. Our reservation from last year is smaller but hasn't disappeared. This is still a restaurant slightly in love with its own posture, and the self-awareness occasionally installs a pane of glass between the room and the diner — you are invited to admire the irreverence rather than simply enjoy dinner. The wine service remains under-guided for a house with this much conviction elsewhere, and the comfort is an afterthought in a room designed to be looked at. But the food has moved, and it has moved in the right direction. Come for the vegetables, stay for the sauces, and let the attitude wash over you like weather.
Address · Carrer de Cerignola, 11, Barcelona 08022 Type · Restaurant District · Sarrià-Sant GervasiBudget · 100€/pax
The 2025 Review
When the Attitude Becomes the Main Course
Incorrecte is committed—almost heroically—to its own idea of “canalla.” The wrongness is curated, the irreverence carefully placed, the whole thing feeling less like a natural personality and more like a costume the restaurant refuses to take off. It’s a modern room that sacrifices comfort in service of being “incorrect,” and you can sense the effort in every sharp edge.
Which is a shame, because the kitchen is genuinely good. There’s strong product here, and the cooking is executed with confidence: flavors are clear, textures work, and dishes arrive with the kind of competence that could anchor a restaurant built on pleasure rather than posture. On the plate, it mostly delivers.
But the discourse around it—the self-love, the winking insistence that you’re lucky to be in on the joke—creates distance. Instead of being invited, you feel managed. Prices, too, run a bit high for what ultimately lands on the table, and the wine service has plenty of room to grow: guidance feels thin, pairings feel like an afterthought, and the experience doesn’t fully support the spend.
Incorrecte could be excellent if it relaxed. Right now, it’s a good restaurant performing itself—sometimes at the customer’s expense.
