I migliori ristoranti di cucina barbecuenella città Portoferraio della Livorno

22/08/2026: Absolutely avoidable. After waiting over two hours for three Hamburgers and a slice of steak, we had to leave without eating. Forcing you to pay for wine we didn't consume because the meat never arrived. There are many restaurants in Portoferraio; avoid this one.

22/08/2026: I had dinner at this restaurant on a windy August evening. The arrival was promising: a large, welcoming establishment and, above all, a spacious parking lot, something far from a given on Elba. "Excellent," I thought. "I've already parked, now all I need to do is be welcomed and pampered, and the evening will be fantastic." Never was a thought further from reality. At the entrance, I find a young street vendor smoking, spitting, and throwing cigarette butts in front of the door. I enter and, to greet me, is a muscular man in an apron intent on swinging a cleaver at a large piece of meat. The promise is interesting. Finally, a lady arrives: "Yes?" "I have a reservation for four." She looks me over like a customs officer, consults a scribbled piece of paper, and assigns us a table next to the wide-open windows, with the PVC sheeting stuck in place. "It's only a little sore, it's August," I think. Then it starts to rain. We sit down at 9:00 PM. Shortly afterward, we see a table cancel their order and leave, tired of waiting. First alarm bell. Naturally ignored. At 9:15 PM, a waiter finally appears: "I don't remember who was there before... oh well." After a mental ambarabà-ciccì-coccò, he chooses us. We order tartare, risotto, sliced ​​Chianina steak, and three burgers. The tartare and Chianina are finished. So I ask for a buffalo steak. "Beef?" Beef it is: he marks it before I can even reply. The house wine arrives: acidic. Very acidic. I order a Morellino, which arrives only after I ask for it three times. 10:15 PM: After more than an hour, the appetizer and risotto arrive. No sign of the other dishes. Meanwhile, customers who arrived after us order and are served. At 10:40 PM, we ask for an explanation: "It's on the grill." At 10:50 PM, we ask again: "It's on the grill." I'm starting to wonder how big that grill could be. At 11:00 PM, yet another table is served. After two hours, we decide to leave, simply asking to pay for what we consumed. And here comes the grand finale. At the cash register, the staff seems almost offended by our decision. The man with the cleaver also appears: "If you do that, it's offensive to us." The waiter, to a friend of ours annoyed by the approximately 60 euros paid, replies that "if you eat it, you pay" and that, if he leaves, he doesn't care. As we leave, a waitress joins us: "Now the food's ready." Of course. Now. After two hours. I politely say goodbye and walk the last few meters to the door under the gaze of pure contempt from the man with the axe. It's still raining outside. I think back to my initial enthusiasm. In the end, I was right about one thing: I had parked perfectly.