Spatchcocked.
Charred.
One bird, flattened so every inch hits the coal. Marinated in house piri piri, grilled until the skin blisters and the fat renders. The dish people kept coming back for — now all we do.
Cooked three times. On purpose.
Cut thick. Blanched, rested, then fried twice more. A glass-crisp shell, a fluffy middle, salted the second they leave the oil. The chip that earns its place next to the bird.
Triple-cooked · sea-saltedWe lit the fire first.
Real charcoal, glowing before the doors open. The bird goes on only when the coals are right — never before.
Real charcoal, lit before we open.
Flattened flat so every inch chars.
Over coal until the skin blisters.
Piri piri on. Out the door, hot.
Fire
Real charcoal. Nothing fake, nothing shortcut.
Craft
Two things — chicken and chips — done obsessively.
Neighbourhood
Vasastan first. Delivered by us, not a platform.
We cook for the street.
Not the city.
BRASA is built for the people who live around it — close enough that we deliver it ourselves, hot. More local at each unit, not less: Vasastan first, then we earn the next street.
No address yet. The list hears it first.
How far we deliver, and no further. Close enough to arrive hot — by our own riders.
Where the fire starts.
Delivered by our own riders. Or picked up warm.
Grilled in batches.
Never under a lamp.
A batch of chickens goes on the charcoal grill every hour at dinner time. Reserve yours and it comes off the grill as you arrive — or grab one of the few extra we cook for walk-ins. We only grill what’s been ordered, plus those extras — so your chicken is minutes off the grill, not hours under a heat lamp.
Sold out? The next batch is already lit.
fit on the grill at once. That’s one batch.
Pick a pickup time. Your chicken comes off that batch, guaranteed.
A few extra birds on every batch. First come, first served.
It happens. The next batch is usually already lit.
A fresh batch every hour, 17–20, on busy nights. Tuesday is the big one.
No Foodora. No Wolt. We run it ourselves.
Delivered hot by our own riders — or picked up warm from the counter. No platform between us and you.
substantiv · vänta (to wait) + öl (beer)
The beer you drink by the fire while your bird finishes.
See also: väntvin — same idea, wine.
The wait is part of the recipe.
Hear first when we open.
300 neighbours within 800m, before the doors open. You'll get the address, the date, and the first Tuesday.