"Perhaps because we are close to the Mole and its Cinema Museum, for a few moments it seemed to me like I was inside a film. If it was wanted by the working group, well done, well done, really. If it wasn't wanted, we need to teach the staff, I would specify the tattooed ones, that if food is ordered at the counter then one cannot complain that the guest is eating there. And that if you complain about guests which is understandable for those who do this job, given that I've done it too you have to be intelligent enough not to get caught. Especially if it's you (the venue staff) who brought placemats and cutlery and not me who did it on my own initiative. In summary: we arrive and order drinks and food, specifying that we were in a hurry. We were served what we asked for very quickly, but after a few minutes, one of the staff began to get impatient. When I asked him why, having perfectly seen that he was angry with us, he flew into a rage. I told him that we hadn't chosen to eat there, but that they had prepared it. If it was a problem, just say it. But no, he showed himself to be arrogant who, faced with the evidence, could do nothing but raise his voice. As a customer, what should I have done? We had been told that a table had become available: we replied, politely declining the offer, that we would be leaving in five minutes. So? If I can't stay, you set up the table for me and tell me to go. If I can stay, the only solution is to do psychotherapy. The sense? I do not know. Faced with this ignorance I was left speechless, but perhaps it's for the best. Too bad, the Negroni they served me was also good, but they will certainly never see me again. Neither me, nor all those who ask me where to drink one in Turin. To never again."
