03/06/2026: Yesterday, June 2, 2026, we happened to spend a day at this establishment. Mind you, I'm not arguing with the prices, which for June and the parking fee of about €5 from 11:00 am to 4:00 pm on blue-lined parking lots might seem high—€8 for a Margherita pizza (terrible, but that's my personal preference), a sandwich for about €16 for seafood or meat, and the various choices on the restaurant menu. I would argue with the service and management, which are as awful as the pizza. First of all, you can't wait in line at the cash register for a coffee and then wait in the same line for the person in front of you to choose their sandwich. I waited 25 minutes for a single Margherita, my receipts prove it. Only later did they tell me I'd have to wait a bit. I would have had lunch at the restaurant, but from around 12:00 I would have booked a table at 3:00, or I would have had an aperitif at the bar, but they told us you can't sit at tables during restaurant service. Poor two elderly tourists were sitting down and drinking cappuccinos, so you're going to get a terrible pizza and a terrible wait. Then you notice a young girl, perhaps a novice, standing with her arms crossed behind the counter with no instructions on what to do. Oh well, never mind. Then you want to go to the bathroom and realize that for the entire beach resort you only have one bathroom available. I'll leave it to your imagination what that bathroom was at 12:00, maybe it was a coincidence that day, well, I don't know. At the end of the day, do you want to take a shower and change?! The locker rooms were closed! A proactive solution, we need a director and a reorganization. Was the director there? Change him! I saw widespread and senseless unrest. I'm truly sorry I had to write this, but if you're asking for money, and not a small amount, to spend a day with you, at least be prepared.
25/05/2026: Clean, quiet, well-stocked.
Obviously, the rudeness of guests shouting from their umbrellas at their children on the playground rides, rather than joining them, can't always be controlled. Nor can the people who talk so loudly that you can't help but know everything about them by the end of the day. But we're in the South, with a certain level of politeness and out of context.
On a very negative note, there wasn't even a shelter outside; the motorbike was left practically under the scorching sun all day.
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