La Terrazza Di Via Palestro In Milano

26/07/2025: Entering this place is like opening a door in time and finding yourself catapulted into that authentic Sicily that smells of home, affection, and tradition. The caponata? As good as my grandmother's, and that says it all! An explosion of perfectly balanced flavors, speaking the language of cuisine made with love, wisdom, and superb ingredients. Each dish is a tribute to this land, prepared with the mastery that only Chef Bastien 🐔 can offer. The decor is a jewel in itself: every detail is curated with love and passion, from puppets that tell ancient stories to tambourines that seem to play the soundtrack of a land to be experienced. And what about the owners? Wonderful people, welcoming as only Sicilians can be: helpful, hospitable, smiling. They make you feel at home from the first moment, as if you've returned to family after a long journey. We discovered a true gem of sunshine in this gray and chaotic Milan. A haven for the soul and for taste, where you can return whenever you're homesick for Sicily or simply want to relax and eat well! (Simona)

21/07/2025: If you go to this Sicilian restaurant in Milan and don't know Biagio, then you're simply eating—but not living the experience. Biagio is more than just a director: he's the orchestra conductor, the maître d', the sommelier, the confessor, and, at his best, even a bit of a psychoanalyst. But with a Sicilian accent. As soon as you enter, he looks you up and down with the same gaze you'd use to assess a crate of freshly caught sea urchins or a prostitute on Viale Zara: stern but fair. His presence is so charismatic that the tables seem to orbit around him. No one dares get up to go to the bathroom without his tacit permission. Some swear they received a look of approval from Biagio after ordering the "pacchero with shrimp and pecorino" with a 1922 Grillo. Biagio doesn't take orders: he gives them. He explains what you'll be eating as if it were a personal gift from the Sicilian grandmother you never had. And the amazing thing is, he's always right. Even when he's not. The food? A dream. But at a certain point, you realize you're coming back not just for the crudo, but to hear Biagio say: — "Well done. You chose well. I like it." And there you go, you feel promoted to honorary Sicilian. In short, Biagio doesn't run a restaurant: he governs a kingdom. And if you're lucky, you might even earn his smile, that rare blessing worth more than a parking spot in downtown Milan.