Jodi J.
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While il Fiore is a step up from Fellini’s…
Actually, I’m going to stop the review there. If you’ve ever been to Italy, you’ll already know that overcooked pasta, sweet and salty bread with that pasta, and poor service all for the equivalent of €200 isn’t probably your idea of a good time. It wasn’t a good time. It was, in fact, my second bad time here, and now, in being worse than the first time, my last time. The only reason it even gets a 2 on the food is because the butterscotch dessert is really good (although was it $15 good?) Everything else, from the fritta up, was poor. Haven’t been served clumped pasta in years, even during my first and final trip to Fellini’s, but I got it here. At least Fellini’s knows what it is: a tourist restaurant that got carried by a storm across the Mediterranean and the Atlantic.
I can count on one hand how many times over the years that I’ve *regretted* a restaurant visit, and I regretted this visit to il Fiore tonight. In its darkest moments (no offer of a refill of water or soft drink in two hours), I somewhat longed for the bagged embrace of the aforementioned establishment down the road. It’s like being driven back to the arms of a bad lover, and if you like being reminded of the good old bad times (just because elsewhere you might *feel* something), maybe il Fiore might be for you.