The service was so pushy and fast that the food almost did not matter. There was no one waiting, but we were rushed throughout. The waiter insisted on reading the entire menu to us in as speedy a manner as possible. We would have preferred to quietly read and ask questions. We explained that, but the waiter insisted.
The "heavenly" pasta that is there specialty was good, but that may have just been the butter and cream talking. My dinner companion was up all night with an upset stomach, but I was fine. We ate the same things, but it was too rich for her.
They were insistent on our trying the special olive oil with dry bread. Award winning olive oil. Somehow, they pushed so hard that it seemed worse than it would have been if we had simply asked for olive oil and enjoyed it.
We were seated by a fascinating couple, but realized early that we were in the American room. Most of the Americans were people that I would have separated from my preferred guests, too. Still, that made for a feeling of being lumped together and insulted that I did not like.
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