First thing to be noticed is an angry couple arguing with each other and with the waiter. I thought to myself, it must have been quite a terrible date.
15 minutes to get the menu, then 5 minutes more to get stale cardboard bread. (Oil for bread was not even from Sardinia, ma che cazzo " local fusion restaurant "
Antipasti di polpo okay, goes well with potato cream sauce. 8.3/10
Next. We wait. 5,10,15,45 cazzo di minuti, are you kidding me, I was even able to submit my application to italian citizenship and get the denied answer on the meantime.
Then we get some more stale dorito spicy chips as a second appetizer with bewildered eyes when we ask where is the food.
Finally 11:30 (default dinner time at la mora bianca more like mortacci tua bianca) we receive the fusion seafood. Needless to say my tuna tataki was cooked like in houston and was more like a tuna burntaki. Of course it is coupled with more creamy potato sauce which is debatable whether it goes well with tuna (3.1/10).
40 minutes later finally after asking 4 times in near-perfect italiano, we receive il conto. About fuck'en time, piacere grazzie mille.
Now I realize the couple at the start of this novel were actually not breaking up but were rather departing from the restaurants after waiting for who knows how long for their vino.
Overall, good ambiance, terrible service, and it's also raining charcoal into the terrace from the local smith on the other side. read more
