Since my “childhood” I’ve been amazed by the quality of the Italian national fast food. In Russia it should be something like the Mikhalkov/Konchalovsky’s “Let’s eat at home”; however, in reality we have no choice but stick to the shitty “Yolki/Palki” and “Grably”.

Some time ago I used to think that this very place was a proper restaurant. Well, I couldn’t afford anything else, so I used to come there for a proper dinner.

Then I grew up and found out that this was no more than a chain of roadhouse eateries. Nevertheless, up to the moment I sometimes come here, even for a dinner.

The essential thing is to arrive there at the right time: lunch/dinner; at a different time the shelves are empty, or it might even be absolutely closed.

No, of course, there’re no revelations; yet there’re some huge portions of the freshest salad with excellent vegetables/leaves and tasty ham/cheese/tuna, and some decent pasta/ravioli/lasagna and, finally, some nice pieces of meat/fish/chicken roasted right in front of you, almost with no oil. Lemon and a lettuce leaf come with it. You’re welcome!

Everything’s seasonal. June? – they serve wild strawberry cake, WILD STRAWBERRY: fragolina di bosco fresca, ok? It’s not the strawberry from the jam. If it’s the season for watermelon, then they already have it, cut in cubes on ice. You won’t believe it, but you can actually stumble upon porcini in there and so on.

And this can be called fast food. You pay 30-40eur for two people at most.

The guys do the right thing, and children get to eat good food from their childhood (that’s why you see only tourists in McDonald’s in Italy), and we’re also fine during our long drive from sea to sea: you always know where to stop.