A Bitega Ai Torchi - FINALE LIGURE

Typical Ligurian but nothing delicious. nice village of finalborgo but food in the media. euro for panissa, fried anchovies, tortellini in broth, Ligurian rabbit, glass of rossese and water.

Local well-kept and really well-kept cuisine in a village with medieval air. fantastic

We booked a table at the peat on friends' advice. the dinner has respected expectations: 5 course degotation menu one more good than the other (a little small for my stomach but just for the restaurant category). a wanted place but not too much. We were fine. recommended for a romantic dinner.

I'm not used to leaving reviews, but this restaurant literally left me sick. I leave the beauty of the place (in one of the most beautiful villages of Italy) immediately strikes me the beauty of the elegant and original mise en place (the fabulous kintsugi dishes) on white tablecloths (s, royal tablecloths, of cloth, of once). the staff welcomes you with a sincere smile despite my Californian barman dress on holiday for a day you will spend some time with the refined and classy environment. but what I like about this Ligurian welcome so criticized and that not always as described by strangers. the shiny lady seems to float between the tables with her full gray and the dancers (which, as we know, are not good to all, but to her is kind and composed, as well as the girl who takes care of my table for all my stay. an exciting gazpacho thing was just the prelude of a magnificent fish-based dinner, watered by a franciacorta all of pinot noir that I had not tasted yet. the sweet with the protagonist of these places: the barrel. Everything is perfect. These people lead me to think that those who do our job must really embrace the welcome as a mission touched by a great passion. and the polish lady does it, along with the husband (who apologizes to not remember the name) and all the staff. I conclude by thanking them, for confirming that I have chosen the most beautiful profession in the world. tired, of course, but beautiful. I come back soon, coming down from my distant mountains. to readers: if you haven't been there yet, do it as soon as possible. And don't ask me how much he spent. ask me only if I would do it again, and the answer certainly.

I'm not used to leaving reviews, but this restaurant literally left me sick. I leave the beauty of the place (in one of the most beautiful villages of Italy) immediately strikes me the beauty of the elegant and original mise en place (the fabulous kintsugi dishes) on white tablecloths (s, royal tablecloths, of cloth, of once). the staff welcomes you with a sincere smile despite my Californian barman dress on holiday for a day you will spend some time with the refined and classy environment. but what I like about this Ligurian welcome so criticized and that not always as described by strangers. the shiny lady seems to float between the tables with her full gray and the dancers (which, as we know, are not good to all, but to her is kind and composed, as well as the girl who takes care of my table for all my stay. an exciting gazpacho thing was just the prelude of a magnificent fish-based dinner, watered by a franciacorta all of pinot noir that I had not tasted yet. the sweet with the protagonist of these places: the barrel. Everything is perfect. These people lead me to think that those who do our job must really embrace the welcome as a mission touched by a great passion. and the polish lady does it, along with the husband (to whom I apologize not to remember the name) and to all the staff. I conclude by thanking them for confirming that I have chosen the most beautiful profession in the world. tired, of course, but beautiful. He soon came down from my distant mountains. to readers: if you have not been there yet, do it as soon as possible. And don't ask me how much he spent. ask me only if I would do it again, and the answer certainly.