The Atrium 2.0 In Siracusa

Here's the guy who's a cleaning machine at the top table, top shots and disarming situation

We were heading off to bed without pretensions after strutting through the streets of Syracuse. And then, a stroke of genius: we stumbled upon this bar next to our hotel. We walked in without pretension, took an order, and sat down at a table. I've never seen such a good alcohol-to-price ratio, since my €7 caipirinha was full of alcohol. At the same time, served by the owner with a cigarette in his mouth, I couldn't have expected better. Besides, I thought the owner smoked at the bar from time to time: he managed to knock back a carton before closing time. I wouldn't want to be his lungs, as black as Tom Riddle's mind. Given our good humor and our fighting spirit, the owner even offered us shots! He performed a superb sleight of hand by setting the bar on fire, as well as the mixed glass in his hand. The waitress was also very helpful, offering us a bowl of potatoes I think 10 times, enough to make the Irish pale during the famous famine. Special mention to the Sudanese waiter who thought the French were weak, but no way. He probably drank as many glasses as we did while still doing his job perfectly, hats off to the artist. In the end, this bar is like a potato lying around among the fries at McDonald's; it's the result of a poor separation so that, in the end, it enhances our fries.