Nick_P
Google
The Michelin Guide promises authenticity, culinary memories, and a chef’s personal touch. In reality, the service is closer to a simple tasca: appetizers are placed on the table without explanation and later appear on the bill. If a restaurant makes it into the Guide, you would at least expect some engagement — a word about the cheeses, the bread, the olive oil. Here, there was none.
There’s no menu available online, although updating one on Google would be effortless. Instead of culinary revelations, we were served a brioche snack with pork, mayonnaise, and pickled onions, a pork knuckle that looked impressive but was mostly fat, and overbraised beef cheeks in a harsh, unbalanced sauce. The terrace and the view are indeed wonderful — but for that, you could simply go to a café by the river, not to a restaurant listed in Michelin’s “red book.”
The paradox is clear: the Guide sparkles with stars, but on the plate we found only the shadows of everyday fare.