Chalet del Mare In Fano

After a good meal of Angus (which wasn't Angus) in a restaurant (which wasn't a restaurant) we reached our destination with the black Popemobile, unleashing it to park it as close as possible to the red cars to make room for the next one 🙏🏻, entering the place I see to my amazement a very drunk office colleague shouting nonsense things like "put your hands up" no pig I won't do it, he turned up the music randomly approaching the decibels of a Pagani Zonda R prepared for the track, I also spotted classmates of my grandmother from the distant 42 with whom I exchanged comments on LLCs and SPAs but that's another story, the place is there in the end but I don't know what's missing is that little bit of liveliness or in any case something exotic, as always the lanky guy is kidnapped by the freshwater moray eel of Fano ending up like Timon and Pumba abandoning us to the wrath of the alcohol that accompanies us to the car discovering that it had been unleashed by my wife Silvano and thrown into a hedge for jealousy towards a pineapple (I want a divorce 😩🤥😈)

Too bad about the music but great place for evenings

Great food, eating still in progress 😬

Very friendly staff, the dishes I had were all very good, spaghetti with clams as it should be, desserts, wine, atmosphere, everything was perfect! Well done!