"See bottom for summary. The manager of the restaurant has clearly understood what are the elements that distinguish a high-class restaurant: mediocre food covered by unaffordable prices and seasoned with abundant arrogance, obviously! In particular, the €4 cover charge is exceptional, justified by a small plate of crackers and Pleistocene sandwiches that probably not even Polly the parrot would have wanted to munch on. Anyone who wants to pay the cost of a dinner at Cannavacciuolo for two first courses cooked by Uncle Peppe and a bottle of tap water will certainly be satisfied. We consumed a ladleful of tortellini in a small bowl of chicken broth and a modest portion of tagliatelle with meat sauce (among other things, really indigestible) which, I quote the victim verbatim, I made better at home . To this add 1l of tap water. How much did we spend? €36.80... and we had a 20% discount!!! When the bill arrived, out of the corner of my eye I swore I saw the owner slide with sinister laughter into the hidden vault behind the counter... was it the Nosferatu? Jokes (I hope) aside, nothing spoiled the evening like the appalling rudeness distributed liberally towards customers. It went quite well for us but there were episodes of haughty and disgusting tones that were truly chilling. Every customer I saw come in that evening was greeted with disdain and immediately severely instructed on where to put their jackets by a host who didn 't even have the courtesy to raise his eyes to look at you while he groomed you. The top scorn of the evening in my opinion was reserved for the table of nine next to us, perhaps because there was a kid there? I felt bad for them. To conclude, the summary for those who don 't like reading pippotti: *very expensive* place, snooty owner convinced he has a three Michelin star and dishes to forget. Attend at your own risk (especially financial)!"
