Yo Poznan!

We were just strolling down Ratajczaka on a warm evening, minding our own business, when—BAM—Marietta Focacceria hit us with straight-up Italian vibes. Crowd outside, Aperols in hand, the smell of fresh bread in the air.

The spot? Ratajczaka 35 to be exact. Pure bellissima. White-tiled walls, a meat counter that looks like a fashion runway for cured goods, sleek tables, the whole thing dripping with “less is more” design. Big ups to the crew behind this—turns out they already killed it in Wrocław and now blessed us here.

Hours? Easy math: 9 to 9, every damn day.
Menu? Even simpler: one item, focaccia.

What’s focaccia anyway?

If you don’t know, focaccia is Italy’s MVP bread. Soft yet chewy, oily in the best way, salty on top. It’s the go-to base for sandwiches all across the boot—grab it at a bar in Liguria, slice it up in Rome, dunk it in olive oil in Naples. Basically: if pizza had a chill cousin who loved to party at lunchtime, it’s focaccia.

The Price Question

So… is Poznań ready for 28–44 PLN “sandwiches”? Let’s break it down. You’re not getting a sad, floppy Subway here. These are luxury builds. Think of them less like sandwiches, more like edible architecture. Here’s our favorites…

Bologna – 38 PLN

Mortadella Bologna IGP (that’s Indicazione Geografica Protetta = protected geographical status, meaning only the real deal from Bologna counts), pistachio pesto, and burrata. Flavor combo? Creamy, nutty, silky mortadella melting into oozy cheese, with the focaccia acting like a crispy-chewy stage. Straight-up chef’s kiss.

Tirolese – 34 PLN

Speck (smoked, cured ham from the Italian Alps) + dried tomato paste + caciocavallo cheese. What’s that last one? A stretched-curd cheese aged to perfection, tangy with a nutty bite. Together? Smoky, sweet, tangy, melty. You’re basically eating a mountain sunset in sandwich form.

Toscana – 44 PLN (the boss)

Prosciutto Toscana DOP (that’s Denominazione di Origine Protetta, meaning this ham is officially certified Tuscan royalty), burrata, arugula, and pecorino DOP (hard sheep’s milk cheese, sharp and salty, the king of Italian tables). Bro—this thing deserves a standing ovation. The salty ham, creamy burrata, peppery arugula, and molten pecorino all stacked on golden focaccia? Full marks. Worth every złoty.

Verdict

Marietta isn’t selling sandwiches. Calling these sandwiches is like calling Ferrari “just a car.” This is Italian food culture, compressed into handheld masterpieces. Prices? Same ballpark as a burger in town, but way classier, way fresher, and your arteries will actually thank you. Plus, portions are huge—we couldn’t even finish, so breakfast the next day was sorted.

Final Word

Poznań, you’ve just been upgraded. Marietta Focacceria is one of the dopest, classiest Italian-style joints in the city. Perfect for grabbing a cappuccino, chilling with friends, or pretending you’re on holiday in Tuscany without leaving Ratajczaka.

Verdict: out-of-this-world focaccia, big city vibe, pure Italian soul.