text: The restaurant was half full on a Saturday evening There was Ennio alone in the kitchen and waitress who had her hands full with only customers in the restaurant She would only appear and disappear once in a blue moonnnWe waited hours for our lukewarm meal I do not understand why a plate of pasta and a green salad could take hours to arrive and be lukewarmThe food tasted good but was traditional not italian traditional but more like traditional But we expected thatnnWe did not expect my water glass to be chipped all over the rim the water pitcher left on our table was dirty with fingerprints all around it like it had not been washed that day the tablecloth was filthy from a few days ago and the doily table runner contained an impressive collection of hidden breadcrumbs from several days backnnWhen it was time to pay and the waitress had disappeared Ennio asked me if everything was okay When I decided to say well no and politely explain why starting with the fact that the food tasted good he clutched onto my Visa card and started arguing that my expectations were too high and that he was not running a star restaurant as if I did not know that before walking through the door I already expected the traditional food and the cheesy decor the photos are on the internet It cannot be that difficult to get hot pasta on a clean tablennWhen I finally got my Visa card back I smiled and told Ennio not to ask for our opinion if he did not want it As we were walking out Ennio swore loudly at us It was humiliating The whole place heard Terrible evening