02/01/2026: I don't usually write reviews. The last time was a couple of years ago for a large warehouse store in Catania, where no one answered the phone. I mixed this with something else, but this is still the most read, and they still hate me. But I can't help it. I was there this December 31, 2025, for New Year's Eve. I was used to the old management, where all the old-fashioned farming tools hung on the walls, true peasant culture of the past. I hope they've ended up in a museum. So everything's been repainted but bare, it feels like a service station, but that's the manager's decision. I can't expect to eat with a copy of Botticelli's Venus displayed in the Pitti Palace in Florence in front of me. But not with a worse view either. The food was decent, let's say, given that in these cases you have to serve mass-produced food. Service for the day was quick. What I didn't like: My table was the closest as the crow flies to Djay. But to his left, so I could hear distorted music, which was horrible for me. For someone like me, now retired, who as a hobby sells online, high-fidelity equipment, especially vintage for home and other purposes, throughout Europe upon request, even in China, Russia (before the war), and even America—this was when certain objects were owned by me and only me in the entire world. It wasn't pleasant to my ear, accustomed to much higher quality music, but for one evening it was fine. But I had different music. Nothing between me and the DJ, just space to dance with a constant crowd of jumping and screaming children. Why would I go to the lido in the summer and pay to avoid all this? I might as well go to the public beach and get kicked by balls and sand from other people's running children. It wasn't a peaceful meal. But the worst of all was the table reserved for me. Far from a Botticelli painting, the worst view, because within three, if not two, meters of the bathroom entrance, there were no other tables. The closest was mine, with a crowd coming and going. And if they were occupied, a crowd of standing statues waiting next to me. No. I'm sorry. That's the place where some restaurants, with humanity, feed the needy, without charging. THE place of the poor. If you put me there in Sicilian, you don't have a nose, but the soul of the shopkeeper counting pennies in the back room. And you can't make me look like a poor man twice over by sending someone who looked like the head waiter to tell me we were the only ones left who hadn't paid yet. And he even had a surprised look on his face! As if we were out of place! It's the restaurant that's totally out of place in terms of manners. It's normal for me to pay at the exit, as I've always done. Under the old management, where I've been hundreds of times, they didn't ask me to pay first; they rolled out the red carpet for me. I went to pay. Without opening my wallet to show my credit cards. That would have been ostentatious. In cash to show I had the money, and it's there. If I did it out of contempt, it's pointless to say, because they didn't understand. If I had to go from Bolognetta, where I have a second home, to Marineo, if there were a slip road, I'd take it. There isn't one. I'll just walk by without looking.
09/12/2025: Very welcoming place, spectacular cuisine and very friendly and highly professional staff!!!!!!
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