"We went to eat a letter on Friday, despite having a menu of the day. The waiter was a bit of an edge, of those who make a nervous one, and it is clear that he did not know how to properly serve things. We were going to order funghi rissoto and funghi pasta, but there was no sauce, even though half a letter literally carries it. So we had to change the dishes. the incoming ones we asked were: a provolone that at the minute fell very asleep and did not know anything, we also had to ask them for the bread, because obviously we had to eat it with something, and they brought us a mass of gossip more than after a burrata that was good but the companions were of joke. They forgot to put tomatoes even though the waiter said yes, he had. in the letter put Italian speck and it was serrano ham of the market. I ordered the pasta between more expensive and special quotes, the one from the vanilla, which turned out to be four pieces of a hard paste that knew nothing, absolutely nothing, not even surimi. with two shrimp and two dwarf mussels full of hair. Pizza has been the best thing, and I'm sure it's the most normal thing. to drink, lambrusco, which they had to be walking from the fridge to the table because they didn't have a bucket with ice or a simple plastic from the Chinese. For dessert, he recommended us a tiramisu, very, very solid. And a cotta pan with mint syrup. No comment. It was a terrible heat because it gave them to sit next to the kitchen oven. The menus were very comfortable, although they had no detail. That's more, they didn't make the fork discount on the desserts. Yeah, come in, because it's not drink. like this everywhere."