Santopadre In Roma

17/05/2025: We arrive in 4, Milan fans disappointed by the defeat in the Italian Cup final, around midnight. We sit outside on the street where there are other more famous places and where several big cars (taxis) pass by, slowly other Milan fans arrive, the place fills up. The service is quite precise, there was a manager/owner, even if not all of them seemed expert. Carbonara, gricia and cacio e pepe are excellent. The beers are good too. Bologna fans also arrive, no problem, we comment on the game with sportsmanship and congratulate each other. We are having fun. We order a pinsa with porchetta, really excellent. Also the focaccia and bruschetta. It is 2 o'clock, the service, with the place full, begins to slow down. Waiters who had not been seen before appear to lend a hand, the boy Amin continues to try to serve everyone. At 2:17 a pork shank arrives at the table of a Bologna fan from Borgosesia who had come from Mallorca, who meets a fellow citizen who is a lawyer in Rome. A couple passes by, he is effeminate, she is elegant but getting on in years. Later we will find out that he is an Estonian architect who lives in Via Bagutta, she takes care of him. The evening flies by, the architect is very nice in his Moroccan cloak, the lawyer aims at the old lady to screw her, a friend of mine is approached by a guy who wants to screw him (he will tell us he wanted something else but we don't believe him), the architect wants to screw me, a table goes away without paying and the florist warns Amin that poor guy he can't do anything about it and shrugs his shoulders. The florist gets pissed off. Remo Freuler passes by, takes pictures with everyone and stops for dinner with a table of Bologna people. It seemed like a Fellini film, instead it cheered us up after the defeat. I will definitely come back, memorable place, next time hoping to win this damn cup

15/04/2025: everything was great, a good place to watch the match with a nice owner