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the welcome is warm and friendly. Italian dishes are refined and pleasant. a nice address I recommend.

no promo fork, a pity it would allow me to come more often: it is really delicious and friendly. bravo

The worst experience in my life. He has nothing Italian. mediocre food, mediocre service, I do not recommend it

impeccable service, courteous, staff also. an excellent meal. The wine is very good. The nice waitress. We'll be back soon.

We can say that's the neighborhood that wants it. But frankly, it's very expensive! Pizzas everything there is more ordinary, rather small. we order an aperitif that arrives well after the (small) pizza. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. No interest.

big problem on arrival there was no reservation to our name! However, we were very welcome and a place was released. We could have had a very pleasant time. dishes are excellent, Italian specialties at the height, warm service and reasonable addition so to recommend without hesitation.

We were really disappointed, especially for the main dish. We had the veal and the cod and found them OK but really nothing out of the ordinary. We were expecting a lot more, after reading the reviews AND seeing the prices charged. The restaurant was busy, so it will not care about our opinion. Probably the residents of the 7ème are happy to pay such a high price for a standard Italian meal. We are not. It was perhaps the first time that La Fourchette has not been helpful as a guide.

the choice is restricted and pizzas, though expensive, are just correct (a bit dry, and not very copyy). the room is exiguous and especially the reception is especially antipathic on the part of the boss who shows himself haughty and acerbic for so little that we upset her habits (as we sometimes do by scabbing, enjoying that the friend who accompanied me was in the toilet, I went to pay at the counter: the boss made me 5 minutes of morality to tell me that his establishment is not a bar, that it is We'll go back to the galanty.

The Iraqi cuisine I know well. My mother is Italian. the welcome to the Italian I know well also, it is warm and often playful. that day we wanted pizza or pasta. the welcome "you've booked" tells me a barely kind lady. No! So we're full. my wife gives her coat back and we go back to leave "aah wait I may be. yes follow me " we come back and we settle in the back room or her piled up the families, the children, there were 7 and the "not chic" it in france is the state of the restaurants that have a breeze of notoriety or who are convinced that they are mostly destined to satisfy a clientele it is true that it is the brother of vincent lindon that seems he is the owner of the place, ah but ye...