Chris D.
Yelp
When you have half-day and one meal to spare in Florence, what is one to do?
You could count your lucky stars you're in Florence...and not in...you know, Detroit. There are hundreds of options and to just pick one...if you'd be smart, you'd pick a comfortable chair in front of a picturesque square and order a lot of food. Finisterrae has many such chairs in just such a square. As with many restaurants, this one's tables spill from their doors onto the road, the precious interior rationed for gelato, alcohol and bathrooms.
Picking Finisterrae was easy, the obvious choice after our Globus tour abandoned us inside a leather goods store across the Piazza Santa Croce. Yes, no tour is complete without forcing us to listen through a sales pitch. We were eager to leave and find someplace to eat. Instead of wandering like we often did, we decided to eat first and spend the rest of our short time in the city shopping and walking. We needed said walk considering how much we ate.
You see, I discovered at Finisterrae that Italy has no sense of portion control. You can never order just a slice of pizza. And after enjoying a bruschetta pomodoro, I followed it up with a pizza, the only one I would ever order on my trip to Italy. It was good, really good, and it was also the size of a hubcap off an Alfa Romeo.
Don't give me that look, there was only one size available, one price listed, with no indication of what I was getting. I thought it was going to be half the size of what I received. My mother brainwashed me from birth to finish my plate. She's European; that's what they do. No matter how full I was, not matter how much was left, my plate could be cleaned in two bites. Just two bites. I was fat as a child, not sure if that begs mentioning.
Even more shocking was the pizza being cheaper than my mother's pasta. The pizza wasn't even that expensive (nine euros). We wanted to enjoy some tempting gelato, but after that main, I simply had no room (kind of wishing I had a hobbit's appetite right about now). Finisterrae also had a pastry store. I could do three reviews of this place and still have material for more reviews. It's trendy by day and romantic by night. Of course, that's an assumption--I can only imagine how beautiful Piazza Santa Croce looks after sunset. Fringe this square with water and it would fit perfectly in Venice. Finisterrae is positively Italian, even to the extent of not giving us a check even after us asking. I eventually had to walk right up to the till to request a bill. And the resulting receipt had no cover charge, nothing added for ambience. Yet another nail in that myth.
Also, and this is only a cursory observation, we had front row seats to a band of cloth merchants getting into a fist fight over turf claims, yes the very same ones constantly forcing their wares in your face. The chairs around Finisterrae are fenced, another pleasant side effect of eating there.
(Yes, I'm a pig, I ate the whole damned pizza. No one near me wanted a piece...because they all had their own pizza as well. If I was home, I would've taken half away in box.)
Food: 4/5
Service: 3/5
Presentation: 5/5
Value: 3.5/5
Recommendation: 4/5