Bistrot - NOTO

I ordered an arancino but having found it bad I brought it back explaining that it was disgusting, at the end the salesman turned it over and insisted that I pay it. I called finance and told me not to pay for it.

On August 16, around 11 am, I went to this bar. I had already looked for brioches in other bars and I couldn't find them. When I entered, although there were no exposures, I still asked if they had. The barman told me yes and I asked six to take away. When I paid them, I was amazed at the price. 1.50 euros to brioches. I bought it in previous days, in other places, and I never paid more than 1 euro/1 euro and twenty cents. Patience, I thought it would be very good. Arrived at the sea, rescued. The brooches he sold me were the industrial ones, packaged, that the day before I bought at the supermarket More Sisa. The kind young lady sold me some industrial brioches, slitting them in the backyard and making them look fresh. I hope they close.

Breakfast with really poor granite, the peny cream and strange texture. Plus we noticed that a different price was applied as soon as they realized that we were not in the area. From Sicilian I assure you that it is not the true and good Sicilian granita, soprattuttl the cream.

I rarely eat so bad. Both the puffs and the dough of those that call focacce were quite raw, the latter burned at the bottom and costly!

We entered for breakfast and everything asked with kindness, from the girl of the bar the answer and service were accompanied by a sense of sufficiency/indifference for us embarrassing. Other clients, ladies of their knowledge perhaps of the place, served with immense smiles. Mah. The coffee was served by leaving me next to the glass of the water advanced by the previous Lord. We had to rebuild the dynamics with the other person, because they remembered they didn't give it to me and that that glass "already there from before, "as confirmed by the colleague. But that sucks in hygiene. My son's brioche, who wanted cream, filled with a teaspoon of pastry... to the other clients I wrote before...the brioches were totally covered. Uh... When my son ate his realized he was practically empty, I asked them to add a little... I mean: I'm embarrassed to see the style and capacity of potential reception, thrown into the cabinet. Penoso. Never, never, ever.