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Chicas & Gorillas Kraków | 100 Shots, One Giant Gorilla, and Very Little Self-Control

Chicas & Gorillas Kraków 

Alright, party mammals, huddle beneath the neon vines. The official Krakow Party Animals Pub Crawl does not barge into Chicas & Gorillas, mostly because sixty wrist-banded legends plus one hundred flavors of vodka would land someone in an ambulance. But on our so-called quiet nights my crew and I always seem to teleport to this jungle-bright shot bar tucked inside Pasaż Bielaka, ul. Stolarska 5. Push the door open and boom, a three-meter black metal gorilla statue looms behind the bar, silently judging your posture. Snap the selfie first, feel the regret later.

So what actually is Chicas & Gorillas

Picture a Polish remix of a Mexican tequila bar. No mariachis, just reggaeton and a banana-yellow color palette that fries your retinas. The chain hatched in Łódź and has since multiplied across Warsaw, Wrocław, Poznań and more, finally planting a flag in Kraków in late 2024. They open at fifteen hundred every day, stretch all the way to five in the morning on weekends, and sell almost one hundred different shooters at roughly eight to twelve złoty each. Your debit card will whimper.

Shot menu because adults need coloring books

The laminated grid looks like Tetris and tastes like chaos. Every square shows a cartoon icon like a chilli or a gummy bear plus a two-word name that gives zero clues. Kraków crowd favorites include the following:

  • Hulk Smash Żubrówka, Midori, whipped cream. Your tongue glows nuclear green.

  • Gorilla Tears White rum, Tabasco, pickled jalapeño. Hurts so good.

  • Bananarama Banana liqueur, advocaat, chocolate zigzag. Dessert or breakfast, you decide.

  • Szarlotka two-point-oh Warm apple juice, cinnamon, vodka. Liquid apple pie.

  • Polski Pornstar Passion fruit syrup, vodka, prosecco chaser. Eighty percent foam, twenty percent bad ideas.

They also flog a ten-shot ski for seventy-five zł. After shot six you will insist you need the ski. Past-you tried to warn future-you, but here we are.

Decor neon jungle meets comic con

Step inside. Green LED vines snake across the ceiling, fluorescent parrots perch on the walls and the bar pulses lime green. Cartoon gorillas wink at banana murals and tropical sunsets. The dance nook in back looks like a mirrored phone booth, suitable for a dozen confident bachata hips or thirty timid shufflers if everyone holds their breath. Flat-screens pump Latino pop videos, then pivot to nineties Eurodance without apology.

The giant statue behind the bar is a selfie magnet. Pro tip: it is welded to the floor. Do not attempt to climb it. I watched a tourist nearly dislocate a hip trying to piggyback the thing.

Weekly shenanigans and theme nights

  • Miércoles Latino on Wednesday. DJs spin reggaeton and bachata. Staff shout dale until somebody attempts a spin and loses a shoe.

  • Tiki Friday free plastic leis, every shot becomes pineapple flavored and your Instagram feed detonates.

  • Glitter Shot Party edible glitter in the vodka, confetti everywhere. I am still picking sparkles out of my coat.

Themes appear last minute on their Instagram stories at @chicasgorillas, so stalk the feed before you turn up in normal clothes on Pajama Night. That happened to my mate Liam. Tragic.

Crowd and door vibe

Early evening brings tourists hunting cheap pre-drinks. By midnight Erasmus crews who know every Bad Bunny lyric flood in. After two the place fills with off-duty hospitality workers plus random stag parties that got lost on Szewska. No strict dress code aside from closed shoes. The stone floor likes to collect broken glass so flip-flops are pain incarnate. Cover charge does not exist. The owners prefer to drain your wallet with rainbow liquor.

Toilet trek and the mirror of shame

Heads-up before you wobble to the restroom. The corridor is lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Last visit my mate Lindi face-planted into one, apologised to her own reflection and carried on. If the room is spinning, keep one hand on the wall or you will greet your phantom twin the hard way.

Why Chicas is not on the crawl yet

Imagine seventy wrist-banded legends squeezing into a venue the size of my kitchen and ordering ten-shot skis like popcorn. The crawl timeline would implode and no one would reach the final club. For now Chicas & Gorillas is our unofficial after-crawl detour. When the guides declare night over, follow the rebels still wearing wristbands. They are homing pigeons to this green cave.

Kraków late-night checklist compare and regret later

Chicas wins cheapest shots, stickiest floor, and most photogenic gorilla.

Final banana flavored words

Will Chicas & Gorillas expand the list to two hundred shots? Probably. Will I volunteer as flavor tester? Against common sense, yes. If you crave sugar bomb shooters, neon vines, and a gorilla statue that silently judges your dance moves, aim for Stolarska 5 and dive in. Text me if you see anyone actually finish the whole shot grid. I owe that hero a medal.

See you under the LED canopy. First round is on whoever can pronounce Bananarama without giggling. I will be the one guiding Lindi away from the mirror this time. Cheers.


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