[ of Andrea Scanzi ]
Take note: I have the answer to one of the eternal questions. What is the worst restaurant in Italy? Perhaps I can tell you. And the best part is that I did not even eaten. I would have liked, but I could not. Yesterday I was in La Spezia . The presentation in Porto Lotti was splendid. One of the best. At lunch, I wanted to try a slowfood. They are usually small guarantees. Usually.
Opto for Osteria da Gianni in Umbertine quarter. I choose him because, to be vegetarian, there are many dishes of fish and grazers: testaroli pesto, vegetable pies. There scritto nella guida, non lo invento: pagina 350 dell’edizione 2011.
Prenoto, per puro scrupolo. Dico alle 13.15, arrivo alle 13.30. Entro. Il locale è povero e bruttino. Tavolini di marmo. La conduzione vede impegnati il titolare Gianni e la moglie Rosa Angela in cucina.
Dentro non c’è praticamente nessuno. La saletta iniziale è tipo alimentari, c’è un banco a sinistra con qualche piatto e, giusto dietro la porta, un avventore solitario. Giri a destra e c’è la sala vera e propria, comunque piccola, 30 coperti al massimo. L’arredamento è scarno, i prezzi bassi. Menu fisso a 11 euro, prezzo medio 10-15. Non si accettano carte di credito.
welcomed (well ') customers (well') is the daughter of the owners. Her name is Elisa and I think she was what I saw. Frowning, Scazzi: happy as Toni Capuozzo under bombardment. Later apologize for the slight delay. I do not row and I do not speak. Good start: Daje .
then shows me the room. That is empty, except for a couple of foreigners who are dying. There are at least 6 tables already laid, from 4 and 6. Wonder if I can go to a secluded table for 4, two tourists from afar. No, she says: "You can not." It shows me with the clarity of the Nazis, the table of two attached to the tourists. That was not even ready. The girl shows the 'Big Bubble elasticity roasted in the sun. And it's nice. Much. Overwhelming, its pleasantness.
I go to the bathroom to wash my hands. I'll be back and has not yet ready. He can not move the keys and mobile phone. An operation unlikely, in effect, put the tovaglina moving my stuff is the stuff of philosophy degree in theoretical. At least. The girl is all wrong, but no tenderness or pain or is simply the inability living hospitable spot.
He asks me what I want to drink, always with the grace of a Molotov . I say water. Then again, after two minutes. Throw the water (half-liter bottle). It asks me what I wearily. Difficult question, since the menu is not there. Then she annoyed obitoriale enthusiastically rattles off the dishes. The starters are not there. The first three are: vegetable soup, which is fine from the dead, and pens to "sauce" (do not know how pasta). Wonder if there is anything without meat. She: no. Why not? Can you give me something without meat? No. Noooo? Not even pasta with butter, oil and parmesan? No. No.
She is writing a masterpiece indelibly in the history of crass stupidity. It should be almost applauded. I ask, exhausted, what's second. Although only an outline. Even a boiled beet. No: two meat dishes and stuffed vegetables. Stuffed with what? UFFFF (text), mortadella, more. "Other". I insist: so there is nothing for those who do not eat meat? She: no. No? Be ', is the soup (and maybe the baked apple and a nice drip). I try the latest move, undecided whether to invade Poland or casual pull three hymns to the Lord, there's nothing really? Eh, no (said with glowing transport). Then I go? Bored silence. Okay, I I go.
And I did. I got up and I left. Five minutes of life lived dangerously.
Now: I know that there are the bad days. I know that the stereotype is not exactly what the Ligurian regional hospitality. And I also know that, perhaps, the cuisine of that place is amazing and value for money unbelievable.
Anything can be. But such a failure, such a total bad manners: be ', in a slowfood I had never encountered.
disaster.
PS In the end, before doing a tasting in Riomaggiore, then the presentation I had lunch at a local fast reporting on Slow Food: Just Curve. I tried testaroli (i panigacci made them only for dinner: what a drag). Cute.
Osteria da Gianni
Corso Cavour 352 19122 La Spezia (SP)
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