Resto 23 Venissa, Mazzorbo
It's hard to put a price on total relaxation but I definitely know the value of it.
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It's hard to put a price on total relaxation but I definitely know the value of it.
Bar Vincenzo could save your life, depending on your problem.
You think you can make pizza? I’ll show you how to finish off a pizza!
The first 1/10 review of the year. I went there, now you don’t have to make the same mistake.
A brief review of an excellent concert at the Wallace Collection by the City Music Foundation. There's a link to their website, where you can find out about the rest of this week's program.
The Marais has some jewels - especially the Musée de la Chasse et Nature (also bereft of vittles) - but you have to pay for them in the tedium of expensive crapshops, chainshit and a swarm of arseholes, some on scooters.
Kudos to the guy in the Uruguayan rugby shirt for surprise outfit of the day.
We took the salad of the day and a big planche of cheese with a couple of glasses of Chablis on the side. The salad turned out mostly to be pesto-stirred pasta with a few bits of veg secreted within. Palatable but not exactly what we were looking for. The cheese on the other hand was five varieties of the runny shiznit with a generous helping of rustic bread alongside - definitely a better option. The wine was too warm.
V&P gets a maximum for being one of those rare restaurants that does apparently simple things flawlessly. Which isn't simple at all.
At about twenty quid a head with service I don't know why you'd go anywhere else for trad Italian in this neck of the woods.