"it is called cocktail bar, but it is actually also restaurant, although the manager keeps us to emphasize that it is not. what makes a certain magritte come to mind and its ceci n'est pas une pipe. as a vaguely surreal impact; entering, first of all, is more to think of a workshop of modernity and furniture much beyond the vintage. without being this a note of demerit, the atmosphere is in fact cozy and pleasant. not having tried it as a cocktail bar, but as a non-restaurant, I can evaluate it for the non-grain we consumed. the only cocktail tasted, is that of fish appetizers, with fresh raw materials. from all appreciated, especially the octopus. personally I would not have felt the lack of a couple of dismissals, such as gelée aperolo and cherry destructured and gelatinized, which in the mouth left me a great why? well my cutters for nettle with shrimps, but without being able to become part of personal gastronomic memorable. I don't remember what I'm doing. all in all the final account does not differ from decency. having eaten fresh fish and consumed a large worm of a local winery, a 50 per head seems quite reasonable. of course, the moment of the strip could have been very unpleasant, because nowhere there is a non-menu with the prices. for this reason I was almost tempted to take away a star, wishing it would add to other more venal sins. but rather than dressing up the cloths of a strict judge, I write like a gimmick among many to do as a third incomod in my tête à tête with insomnia."
