The place came highly recommended, so 5 of us waited outside for the door to open. It was packed soon after opening and they don't accept reservations, so I guess Fabio, the owner, isn't concerned about our opinion. Our waiter was interrupted and pulled away from our table three times by Fabio before we could order. Fabio, seated at another table discussing the menu, hissed "Shuss!" several times as though he were about to make an announcement - then when he had the whole clientele's attention he said "Aaahhh" and turned back to his table.
The chicken pate was the best I'd had anywhere. The ricotta/potato flan was a delightful invention. My mullet comprised about 3 bites. My wife's rabbit was uninteresting. We asked for coffee but were told none is served here. While finishing our wine and dividing the bill, Fabio came over and insisted we leave because "a pregnant woman needs to sit."
We five stood in a tiny foyer, shuffling about to let people in and out as we figured the bill - and saw no evidence of pregnancy.
We did hear him say "Prego"... ;~b
(This was not a language issue; one of us is a native Tuscan and a second is a tourguide perfectly competent in Italian.)
On the walk back we had a great laugh about it all. We weren't going to let this experience ruin our last night in Firenze. And it didn't.
But it still deserves this review.