How they have the audacity to call this an Italian, I don't know. Bland pizza and spaghetti carbonara with chopped up packet ham and sauce from a jar.
To top it off, one of the ceiling lights (faux lead lighting and glass, probably quite heavy!!) fell out of its fixture, straight on to the head of a member of staff who was sitting at a table in the corner. The women who worked there went straight to her aid, the men just laughed.
Not impressed, there is not a hope in hell that we'd return. Only paid the bill because we wanted to get out of there, had we been in England I'd have refused to pay.
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