Artemisia In Bari

To appreciate Artemisia, you need to know the story: the place and the project. This alone allows you to look at the place through the right lens: a revitalized location, with staff in good standing. I've been there several times, and on Easter Monday I decided to take my parents and my son: it was a peaceful day not only for the quality of the food, but also for the kindness (natural and familiar) of the staff, for the reflection of the sun on the grass and in the pool, for the story I told my dad (always interested in the fight against the Mafia and in the serious and respectful welcome of those born in places less fortunate than ours), for the conversations we managed to have between one course and the next with the young staff, always smiling despite their busy schedules. Result: an intimate, meaningful Easter Monday, certainly outside the circles of entertainment that don't belong to me. I saw my parents satisfied with their lunch (à la carte, which makes all the difference on certain holidays), serene, and proud of the places and people their daughter chooses to frequent, and this was a great gift for me. Thanks to Dan and all of you.

I ate there on Easter Sunday, which, as you might imagine, isn't the best time to rate a restaurant. This one probably can't even be called one in the strictest sense of the word. I assume it's a sort of lounge bar, a pleasant place to enjoy a drink with a pool and the opportunity to spend the evening in pleasant company. The place is nice, but I didn't eat particularly well, not at all. There's no parking, period.

A truly exceptional place for hospitality, kindness, and excellent food. And then you feel honesty and respect, seasoned with integration and human beauty. Ad maiora semper