I migliori ristoranti di cucina italiananella città Sant'angelo in lizzola della Pesaro e urbino

11/12/2025: Excellent pizzas, highly recommended

29/10/2025: A truly excellent takeout pizzeria. They stand out for their kindness, punctuality, and the quality of their pizzas you can taste from the first bite. Fragrant dough, authentic ingredients, and always impeccable cooking. Every time, it's a pleasant experience, built on professionalism and passion.

02/01/2026: I ONLY GO FOR THE SOUPS AND THE CREAM SOUPS WHICH ARE EXQUISITE

12/12/2025: I don't like writing negative reviews, but in this case I thought it was appropriate to warn customers. Today I went to this piadina shop with a colleague for lunch, and since we didn't feel like eating piadina, we each chose a large salad. She had a Caesar salad, and I had a Nicoise salad with olives and tuna. To order, I had to get the waitress's attention several times, and I can accept that: it was the end of the shift, there were very few customers, and perhaps the reduced number of customers had also dampened the service. Then, however, we waited quite a while for two simple salads. Finally, our orders arrived, and I started with lettuce and arugula, gradually working my way up to the tuna, which I saved for last, and my mouth began to feel uncomfortable. By the end, my entire mouth was swollen, and the mucous membranes inside me were swollen and inflamed. The waitress arrives and, faced with my swollen lips (it looked like I'd had Botox injections just minutes earlier) and the explanation of the probable cause of my discomfort, responds with a "Sounds good!" After coffee, we go to pay, and I tell the waitress it's time to check the tuna. "Oh, right, I wanted to ask you how it went." I reiterate that the tuna isn't good: "I'll report it." I pay full price (16 euros for a salad, an empty piadina, and a coffee) and leave. During the half-hour drive home, I feel stomach cramps, and upon arriving home, I have to run to the bathroom twice. My stomach is in turmoil, and I have a headache. I describe my symptoms on Google, and a funny but coherent explanation comes up: scombroid syndrome (sic!) caused by poorly refrigerated canned fish, which produces histamine, triggering an immediate allergic reaction to the lining of the mouth, stomach, and intestines. It's understandable. Thank goodness it's not Botox (the dangerous kind). I'm a little pissed off and call the restaurant to complain. And, despite having vented, the simple "I'm sorry" from the person who replied still leaves me unsatisfied. Moral of the story: I won't go back there and I won't recommend it to anyone. On the other hand, I have a handy response for every occasion: "Sorry!"