This, of course, is not just entirely food.

Once you enter, you straight away and fast get into “The Realm of the Senses”. There is nothing to complain about. Starting from the entrance pavilion, which has from outside ever-red small leaf maples and enormous clouds of morning glories in bloom. From inside that is taken up by ficuses and orchids erasing the border between street and home. Up to the last porcelain duck, and even (sik!) flirtatiously glimmering in the dark Birkin bags display which are a sort of mockery at their owners.

Further, through the bar, onto the terrace, under the giant 16-storeyed linden-trees, there, to the parapet, behind which there is a view on the vineyard cascades, down in layers, towards the lake in the valley.

Relaxed, chicly dressed people, on сhaise-longues and plaids, tables, scattering linden blossom, slightly windy — exactly as much as you need according to the standard requirements, warm wind in your face, lamps on the trees.

Here it comes. That much of Franciacorta. A river of sparkling wine.

All this, in general, is a true film story: the place, the details, the people, the view, the champagne …

Oh sure, — the food! It is a bistro of a Flemish gourmet restaurant and the food here is simple.

But, thanks God, it isn’t over fashionable; pasta remains pasta, bottarga’s on its place, portions are not microscopic, burrata is incredible.

There is a separate line for the Asian things like quit light lemon chicken kari and kind of japanese tuna. All that comes with a fucking awesome lagune view and 101% Italian Italy around. Such a mixture does leave an imprint on one’s heart.

And, yes, the place disposes of a chic hotel, a ceremonial gourmet restaurant, a gigantic garden, vineyards and fully equipped spa / fitness / pool facilities.

So, you can hang out here really well.