Prezzo

At first look, I was a little perturbed that the beer selection was limited to two bottled Italian beers, nothing more. I decided to pass, and stick to the soft drinks.
The coke I ordered came with a tall, slim glass with a single slice of lemon under five cubes of ice; unordered, and impossible to remove without making a mess. I drank it from the bottle, not wishing to cause a fuss.
When cutlery arrived, it came on a dirty tray and was so caked in dust that I drew a smiley face on the spoon, with my finger, and waved it at my young son, who found it hilarious.
Visiting the toilet with a small child was less hilarious: attempting to stay holding his hand while climbing the narrow and precarious staircase to the toilets was unpleasant. Carrying him was not something I wanted to attempt.
The meals arrived, and the portions were generous. The mains were pleasant enough, but the salad was not; it was wilted, floppy, disgusting and far from being fresh.
This isn’t somewhere I’d visit again.