"It was not my first visit to this farm, but it will certainly be the last. The previous times we have always eaten really well, with various appetizers and tasty, abundant portions and kind staff. A hint of doubt about the express cooking of the Christmas lunch pork, but all in all forgiving, I always try to be clémente with who makes the bouquet in a hard sector. Especially when everything else is fine and it really ate from the appetizer to the dessert (the fried facts served this winter wonder). This time the clemency doesn't deserve you. I'm coming to the table and I already know it's gonna be a bad day. Gentlemen, it doesn't take the degree to count with the ditino and understand that if there are 5 sessions around a dish of appetizers with three monoporations something doesn't come back. What about those hard sandwiches? Duri not to put in difficulty a kukident adhesive, but to sweat seven shirts as well to pattex millechiodi. Even the cheese in the cutting board was poor... and also the chickpeas without infamy and without praise that only knew of raw onion. Now...to me the doubt that you have put the remains of a few preparations of the day before will remain in the mind bullying... Sometimes it's better, but it's decent. The rest of the lunch went on in the most total resignation. The portions became more abundant but the quality did not abound even with first and second. I'm sorry. Personnel in the room mostly unprepared and inadequate...when they look everywhere except to customers and becomes an enterprise also ask for a bottle of water...ah, what a hard life! I can understand that the pandemic continues to halve the staff to treason, I can understand the service that slows down, that you have to overcome a thousand difficulties to bring home the day (I try to hypothesize what may have happened, to look for an excuse), but the customer who feels taken for the melts does not return. Thank you for the unforgettable Ferragosto and never to see us again."
