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Avaliação da contribuiçãoThis is a typical Italian restaurant with both an indoors and a nice outdoors / terrace area. I found the terrace a lot nicer and larger than it appears from the outside, so a bit of a hidden gem.The owner is a very friendly gentleman who speaks English + Italian (as well as Romanian, presumably).I had a meal of steak, mushrooms + a green salad, all of which where quite good. Service was prompt and friendly. Prices were Bucharest-typical, which is more than reasonable by international standards.
Nice Italian restaurant worth visiting if you are nearby. Friendly staff and good food with options for all.
I shall make a leap in time first and remember what i wrote last year,while spending the beginning of the year on the other part of AFRICA alone with a crushed soul trying hard to make little steps to move ffw. And I wrote this.(while taking shoots of the nice hotel where i chose to stay, while posting pictures of luxor and the valley of kings, after all my mood did not take over my hunger of knowing and discovering new places).Now I'm in another place, but I continue to believe quite the same.“It would not be a wonder if actually the healing would be impossible and nobody can heal of something trully.Maybe all we are left is the longing and the feeling that you might cure and in time you are the same tree that has grown crooked, maimed , crippled , just your perception of YOU changes,as a reversed body dysmorphic disorder . And we are islands of eternal pain , just as this place is an island of eternal spring . But for souls crippled there is no handicap certificate or even dedicated parking lots.The desert wind with his fine powder sand blur in each day all around . When you enter the ocean you feel a force pulling you down and scares you and hypnotizes you, and you re about to fall.These evenings caught me with skin overshadowed by a caressing sun and milder than anywhere else I've ever felt. A sun tolerant, tender, whose cheeks are like fingers on a touch of a delicate woman. With walks on the long beaches where you feel alone in the Universe,where there is just you and the sound of the waves touching the shore.A city caught in a perpetual spring, never anything but green, never otherwise than alive.It's evening and I float in a warm and highly saline water while the water that melts my body almost make me feel like letting go . I closed my eyes. My whole body was weightless, salt water keeps the surface, we , floating as if waving him with every breath I feel rising and falling in the wet shell and saline. I only support the neck and, for the first time since I landed here, I have no single nerve tense. I am weightless, feather, water, flood. Flowing, diving in me.And for a moment i think that nobody really saves no one, just cling to each other as we sink together, some missing, others sank, just some remain alive. And there's only one highway that makes a sense to take , that to YOU, you're the only one who can save YOURSELVE!! But most people fail to see this and continue to cling and each of us just endless, leaves stripes and in the wake of this purple, every betrayal, every love dies, every word that kick, every punch in the solar plexus each freezing all further spread blood and blood is so invisible in the world, rivers of blood into oceans. Every start that is repressed of every person that hurts and bleeds invisible to others in the world breakes me appart like invisible shark knives, maybe what goes down my cheeks are not tears , they are only cristal SALTED WATER DROPS FROM THE OCEAN.If I said I want him back I'd be a liar,there's nothing left of us to long for anymore.But inside the ashes burns an endless fire and every night I can't help reaching out for MORE!!!!”I think warm places make me moody and wake me up , to recognize that I cannot turn back the hands of time, …some phases of life are clearly over, and they cannot be brought back, not even for me, who thinks that ageing is made for weak men or women only!! Not even for YOU!!About the restaurant, I shall go short:when you cannot live in Ischia for a life time, you bring Ischia(a part of it) to Bucharest. I think once you enter this restaurant you start remembering the smell in little italian restaurants in Napoli, the loud conversations, the smell of focaccia(with garlic),the napolitan music,the kindness of the owner,the good wine, the wine tongue, the boring discussions, the gossip of every celebrity, the bad jokes and so on....Now i just returned home and thought this little restaurant MUST have a comment from me too, this is where it all begun.I love my city and places like this make me never to doubt it.In the end of my unconventional rapport i would like to add a song:” Future Funk Squad feat. Tamra - Kissing Air” because of the lyrics and because somehow people forget, they forget that the other one cannot forget!!.And if it s about forgetting and letting go , then i shall also add “I AM X-She”,the song really matched the situation today. Or "`Mikki EKKO-Pull me down" if TA allows it.
It is a typical Italian trattoria, not something super in matter of environment , hi ever the food is rally good and Italian. Prices are also logical.
The interior is small and basic, but cozy. Service was really nice. Food on the other side is outstanding. They have a very experienced chef and you can see it. We had beef, turkey and pork and we all loved it.Prices are more than reasonable, but try to make a reservation beforehand.