IL POSTO

Ne vous fiez pas au dernier commentaire, ce sont des comptes spams… autrement dit des jaloux…

Pizza au top ! Pâtes délicieuses ! Une institution depuis des années…
Bienvenue à Napoli…

j’étais trop fan de ce resto italien, mais depuis que l’équipe a changé, ça n’a plus rien à voir. Les plats ont perdu en qualité, les ingrédients font vraiment bas de gamme, et pourtant ils ont pas baissé les prix. En plus, le nouveau proprio, je te jure, il est grave arrogant. Franchement, ça m’a dégoûté, j’ai plus envie d’y mettre les pieds. Dommage, parce qu’avant, c’était l’un de mes spots préférés.

"Franchement, j’étais fan de ce resto italien, mais depuis que l’équipe a changé, ce n’est plus du tout pareil. Les ingrédients ont clairement baissé en qualité, alors que les prix, eux, n’ont pas bougé. Et pour couronner le tout, le nouveau proprio est hyper arrogant, ce qui gâche complètement l’ambiance. C’est vraiment dommage parce que cet endroit était un de mes préférés, et là, je ne le recommande plus."

This used to be my go-to place back when it was managed by actual Italians. It looks like they’ve sold the restaurant, and the old staff has been replaced by people who have no clue how to maintain the standards of the previous owners. But hey, that’s not necessarily a disaster, right? It could just be a little mediocre, right?

Well, no.

We just came back from dinner because my wife was craving the tiramisu we used to enjoy back in the good old days when actual Italians were running the place. She ordered a carbonara, and I ordered a pizza parmigiana which, in the past, used to be an absolute delight. Unfortunately, my pizza had nothing in common with the one I remembered, and her pasta was a complete disaster.

To help you understand just how disappointing it was, let’s talk about the carbonara. A real carbonara is made with guanciale, yet the one they served had bacon. Now, that might work for uneducated tourists, but as an Italian myself, I absolutely hate when a menu claims “guanciale,” and then they serve bacon instead. That’s not an honest approach at all. On top of that, the pasta itself was overcooked, with the texture of something you’d expect from a budget-brand product at a supermarket.

When they came to clear our plates, they asked if we liked the food, and my wife told them no—her pasta was really bad, it used to be much better, and it tasted nothing like an authentic Italian carbonara. Instead of taking the feedback professionally, the waiter took it personally, claiming his mother is Italian, the recette was hers, and that their pasta is “the same as usual.” Funny how he used his mom as a credibility card to defend the dish. As an Italian, let me tell you something: if his mom cooked like that, I truly feel sorry for him—cooking must not have been her thing at all!

Long story short, if you want authentic Italian pasta, go to Buono Sano Bello, just five minutes away—they make homemade pasta with authentic Italian staff. And if you’re craving real Italian pizza, visit Ceprano, also just a five-minute walk away. I highly recommend both places—solid 5-star experiences.