La Fenice - Carta

"in general, it rarely happens to me that I don't even want to write a critique anymore, but only want to forget it in a round. but the visit to the la fenice was such a legendary flowering, as it is only rarely found with us. who would like to read the details, here they are: we had reserved on half eight and entered the local visit at this time moderately. the ambiente is appealing and elegant, the tables are white covered and are not too tight, the lighting is really exceptionally pleasant, bright and yet decent decentralized. the walls alternate in matte muddy brown and polished wiped dark red, in between white, the windows with curtains of white fabric decorated in solid snake lines. jars of stölzle, cutlery of wmf, moreover there are beautiful colored water jars of different provenance. we are led to our table and they will hunt us off. quite fast comes the question of aperitif drink desire. we order twice a spumante of Ca’ del bosco each € 11) and a bottle of san pellegrino € 6) at the female service which shares this evening the service with the padrone. on the tables stand pfeffer mill and a salt peel, then there are also soon a few very good olives and leafy sticks with the champagne. everything really good. it follows the card. the offer offers a very clear selection and various positions at the primi and the secondi are only for two or more people to have, which reduces the selection but does not necessarily have to be bad. as I have taken over at lunch, I would like to have only two appetizers, the formaggio langherino € 14) and the grilled polipo € 16,) my man has held back and would like to order vitello tonnato, € 14) paccheri with guanciale, tomatoes and mushrooms € 13) and then the ossobuco. alone, we don't get a whole thing to go because you seem to be otherwise busy and ignoring us fleeingly. so it takes time. but we also come and can give up the order that I want to start two, is not a problem and is accepted Italian friendly without any problems. also the wine card comes to demand. this is well-sorted and extremely expensive, here is multiplied by more than three and we consider an auction of our cellar stock as well as the opening of a sewer economy in the fifth floor. we order a nebbiolo € 11) and a greco di tufo € 9). but we are still good things, I definitely more than my man, because he has been seriously hungry in the opposite to me. after the order there is a small brot cut) and a few grissini with crimson good,) a slice butter. at last the appetizers: I had been advised to take the cheese first, I had actually thought it differently, but I was connected to the recommendation. the cheese is a slightly melted talc, at the top a little very oily, served with a little field salad and two slices of red prayer. the teller decorate a few balsamico splashes, but they do not really appear tastefully, as well as there is still a thin thin slice of roasted brot. the kombi is good, only the ratio of cheese to salate – and thus in particular to a little acid – is unbalanced, so that the impression is rather heavy and greasy. Why this court was recommended to me in front, I don't decide in the opposite. in my man, the calf is wonderfully pink and circular around a thunfischmayonnaise stick in the middle of the teller – the calf is good, the sauce too salty. visually I find a disc of a machine-cracked black olive a bit weak, because I usually experience these discs as tastefully suboptimal, but I did not try it. In the meantime, this is almost full locally, the guests look rather good-to-wear, the more they have taken off the ties, the ladies tend to be more expensively thin and blonde. a wolf bass for two people looks good) is carried over and presented before he is fissed. the transversal sits on our table and it lacks insight into why one and a half hours after entering the local of the primo is not yet a trace in itself, which my man is kind but clearly complained. the reaction of the padron is that he would coordinate that the primo comes timely and together with the crack and the latter does not come with the ossobuco). my man is trying to protest the order, I win, I don't care at the time. after another quarter of an hour, my better half decides to dismiss his ossobuco because he slowly misses the appetit. the dame listens to it, then continues to whistle to judge a table, comes back after a past to settle down and clearly in stress. while she is still on the go, the paccheri and the krake come, served by the patron, and my man explained to be present again. the reakton is a mixture of a dark “I remain polite now” and “I express my unmistakably about the critique I see unjustified” we are explained that one cannot make compromises in the quality of the kitchen. I still ordered a sauvignon € 8) – no alcohol is sometimes not a solution. after this statement, the expectations are naturally rising to the uncompromising slow food preparation of our court. alone, unfortunately, it is not fulfilled. the two crooked crochets have not been cooked alone with certainty, because this was previously served in the side table. I would have understood the argumentation if they had been tenderer, only it was at the border to the gum. the minz pesto added tastefully did not give a particularly harmonious combination, again a disc red bete also not. I didn't like eating, because it was too salty to me. the paccheri my mannes were countable on a hand, with a few champignon discs and guanciale cubes, along with tomato with an unpleasant acidic undertone. while we were still eating, the bill was unmistakably banged, “because they don’t have time”. what people mean to the statement, “You probably have a problem with critique” and back into the litanei to “no compromise in my kitchen”. no, we don't want to have a compromise in the kitchen, but they wouldn't have been necessary. in the order we had, it would have only marginally needed more of the promised coordination. the argumentation was not comprehensible for us, and the quality has not justified them in the final. the abandoning of the local resembled a spearhead race – we were crawled between the teeth still the desire for a beautiful evening, and that with certainty also only so that the masters did not notice anything. I have rarely experienced such an unpleasant evening in a restaurant, and I mean so upset and really angry about the left-over money. the food was in love with the cook? several dishes were too salty, the scratch not particularly tender. the ambiente very dense, pleasant lighting optically defintiw in the top class. cleanliness all tiptop."