I Pupari

Your existence is bitter...obviously for those who meet you, and you and those around you were disgusting: "Queen Margherita who eats chicken with her fingers". No discount was given to you... other than 20% of the fork you booked with. …Your existence is bitter...obviously for those who meet you, and you and those around you were disgusting: "Queen Margherita who eats chicken with her fingers". No discount was given to you... other than 20% of the fork you booked with. When you came out we wanted to throw away Sale Grosso... but we realized that it had already fallen out of your thong. (The expressions of pain throughout the evening cannot be explained otherwise). You left only one courgette flower Ricotta and Anchovies...in your opinion (as "expert flower growers") bitterish.....perhaps because you also piled up the stalk??! BHA... while the Scalded Tuna and fish skewers with vegetables disappeared from the plate in religious silence. How bad is this revenge review of yours... you could have written the TRUTH and you felt the bitterness at the register because you wanted the appetizer that was definitely offered... PLUS As soon as you arrived at the table you also asked the CHEF's mood... you already basically knew you had to create DISCOMFORT for those who work... and honestly, given the evening of Train and Metro Strikes, instead of crossing the 3 broad bean fields from where arrived... you could have stayed in your garden with pumpkin flowers. We are happy not to see her return, but remember that the Queen of Clubs is only that of Piero Pelù. Perle alle Gypsies (Two over 50s FASHION for Passion) also NO.More