We have driven past this one restaurant, almost daily, since we arrived. It is a wooden building with a large porch and an inviting curb appeal. We stopped once- when we thought for certain they would be open. They were not. Our timing remains a little off kilter.
There is an italian "typical kitchen" on the left side, an Indian restaurant on the right side, and a four-wheeler dirt track to the far left. What more could we ask for, really? (I have only seen the track open once, too.) The sign says "Cucina Tipica, Pizzeria." Sounds great, no?
Finally, the chance arrived for me to see what this place was all about. I had gone with the world travellers to Nove- which is a town known for it's pottery (details later). My Man stayed home with the little people as they would have been completely crazed with boredom. I quickly remembered this place when we were in need of some dinner on the way home. It was about 9 p.m.- not too late to grab a bite, we hoped. We walked into a nearly-empty restaurant (first bad sign?). The owner was pleasant and quickly showed us to our table. We proceeded to order the menu fisso. This is the fixed menu, with just enough choices to make it interesting.
The salad arrived. Oh, you know, the typical fancy wilty purple lettuce, the weird blob of white-chunky-sour-cream-type sauce in the center and your regular assorted veggies around the edges. Nanny and I were sharing a plate and Uncle Crusty was sharing with "Na"- as the little one has dubbed Aunt D.
We ate what we could. I wish I could have captured Nanny's face when she tried the wilty purple lettuce- soooo funny. That stuff was obnoxiously bitter. We ate what we could and left the rest on the plate.
The owner buzzed happily over. Rather than simply clearing the table, he began serving us the rest of what was on the plate! UGH! Uncle Crusty was watching closely and stopped him from doing the same on their side of the table. Okay, so maybe we CAN choke down some more nasty lettuce- hand me some of that chunky white sauce.
Then, the food came. Nothing could have prepared us for the spattering sizzling massacre that was about to arrive.
Uncle Crusty summed it up...."It was so huge, it was horrible."
And we thought we ordered at least one pasta dish. We are still debating about whether we mis-ordered or they misunderstood....that is something we think about fairly often after our restaurant outings.
To top it off, the meat platter attracted the flies to our table, one of which drowned in Nanny's glass of wine- we like to think that was how he died, anyway. Gross.
We won't be dining there again. My Man wants to check out the Indian place next door- he is on his own!
There is an italian "typical kitchen" on the left side, an Indian restaurant on the right side, and a four-wheeler dirt track to the far left. What more could we ask for, really? (I have only seen the track open once, too.) The sign says "Cucina Tipica, Pizzeria." Sounds great, no?
Finally, the chance arrived for me to see what this place was all about. I had gone with the world travellers to Nove- which is a town known for it's pottery (details later). My Man stayed home with the little people as they would have been completely crazed with boredom. I quickly remembered this place when we were in need of some dinner on the way home. It was about 9 p.m.- not too late to grab a bite, we hoped. We walked into a nearly-empty restaurant (first bad sign?). The owner was pleasant and quickly showed us to our table. We proceeded to order the menu fisso. This is the fixed menu, with just enough choices to make it interesting.
The salad arrived. Oh, you know, the typical fancy wilty purple lettuce, the weird blob of white-chunky-sour-cream-type sauce in the center and your regular assorted veggies around the edges. Nanny and I were sharing a plate and Uncle Crusty was sharing with "Na"- as the little one has dubbed Aunt D.
We ate what we could. I wish I could have captured Nanny's face when she tried the wilty purple lettuce- soooo funny. That stuff was obnoxiously bitter. We ate what we could and left the rest on the plate.
The owner buzzed happily over. Rather than simply clearing the table, he began serving us the rest of what was on the plate! UGH! Uncle Crusty was watching closely and stopped him from doing the same on their side of the table. Okay, so maybe we CAN choke down some more nasty lettuce- hand me some of that chunky white sauce.
Then, the food came. Nothing could have prepared us for the spattering sizzling massacre that was about to arrive.
Uncle Crusty summed it up...."It was so huge, it was horrible."
And we thought we ordered at least one pasta dish. We are still debating about whether we mis-ordered or they misunderstood....that is something we think about fairly often after our restaurant outings. To top it off, the meat platter attracted the flies to our table, one of which drowned in Nanny's glass of wine- we like to think that was how he died, anyway. Gross.
We won't be dining there again. My Man wants to check out the Indian place next door- he is on his own!
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