Nothing “military.” Just wildly delicious, extremely tiny seafood place on the road.

«With all the regular stops»: old ladies on Prosecco, grumpily asking: «Where is the pizza!?»; typical brainless Americans with their, “Does anyone speak English in here?”, a picture menu and even a fish shop right inside the restaurant.

But it’s mad tasty.

Around there is a slutty “three stars” resort town. Obviously, it has nothing to do with the Michelin Guide. Teenagers and airbeds are everywhere. Nothing special, but if you’re heading to Rome, for example, it is a great place for lunch (drunk driving though is not easy in the heat).

Everything is unsophisticated and tasty. Again, there’s the thinnest fritto, crudo, and pan roasting. Plus, various EXCELLENT pasta dishes. The “cheerful housewife” is especially good at pasta with tomato sauce.

Among other attractions are the owners themselves. The brothers family, whether they are Irish, or who the fuck knows, are two meters tall, thin, high cheekbones, and have fiery red hair – there are three of them and a little girl, also a redhead.

The family have been running their business for about 70 years (judging by the photos), and it is evident.

Bon Appétit!