La Primavera Pizzeria Antonio Nestola

I visit the two or three same natives for years in the neighboring village woodgracks. they can turn the view to the left and correct when the boundary conditions fit. as yesterday afternoon, on a surprisingly sunny late septemberday under the week: original date can be on the go alone, no further obligations for the afternoon. on the way to the train station, I suddenly starve and starve. the idea of buying something, with in the tank or in the discounter, is a big object for me. the ristorante primavera appears as a miracle. the location is anything but picturesque: directly at the circular traffic of the local beginning, in addition to a well visited gas station on one side and the (again much occupied) stretch of the beautiful bookway on the other side. but does the sign “garden management behind the house” not sound promising? I will take a look into the amazingly spacious dining rooms: rustic stone tiles, dark furniture, wine-red accents. but not a single guest. the patron pays on the phone, but shows me the way to the outside area (since around the house) what is called garden management does not show a fit tent green and is a little triste and sterile built at the back of the house. directly in front of it is a surface that is used as a fast running track, behind it the track line. my future will make for a little excitement. Apparently they didn't expect to be a hospitable, not outside. the serviceman rushes quickly table and chairs dry, apologises several times and refers to the insecure weather. with the menu I will also be announced (smoothed with rice and by lettuce), but I decide to order what is about once in the year of meaning: a profane pizza. besides fish, meat, pasta and salads seems to be the main business. there are exceptionally named, probably house-typical variants like “Pizza goat” (spects, taubble, goat cheese, tomaten, cheese) or “Pizza ai mari e Monti” (fresh champignons, garnel, tomaten, garlic) or those whose males are likely to be the kinder of after an hour very well brought to me. on a voluminous, high, very yeast-laden substructure (therefore nothing for fans of cramped, thin teigen) gather between, capers, black olives, artichokes and pretty much cheese and fortunately not too much tomate. that corresponds to my taste. tastes and fills incredible. I'll throw that plan to get me half of it. but at the end, I need another digestion aid. the averna (3,00 euro) is ice-cooled in a cold glass as it is. I would have liked to have my break sounded even more calmly, with a view of the passing passersby flamnching and front-weeping cyclists and the driving beautiful bookway, but the lunchtime ends around 14 o'clock. despite perhaps a bit trister location, the outside terrace appears as freshly renovated: bright stone tiles, new furniture (the supposed wood panel of the table consists of metal) and a transparent balconyb armchair made of glass. during my closing toilet cycle, the light is already deleted throughout the house, so I am in the dark wallpaper. flowing in Tuscan style and wine-red ceramic I can still perceive. my feelings remain two-to-one. why there were no more guests to see? Perhaps the pick-up and delivery service is rather flowering and yet another drop: the bulky yeast has made me think of sustainable sodburning.