A trattoria of nostalgic freaks and new tavern followers with an oratorian and rickety style, the smell of fried Milanese schnitzel and wine from circle to the head. One of those places where you would bring a friend you haven’t seen in a thousand years: a sandwich or a plate of pasta, and it’s off. In short, there’s everything you need to be a popular place, including the queue for a table and the dishes served in random order. In the hall, players of scala 40 and poets that are crazy at Remo Remotti. All likely to be a former brutto anatroccolo, that is an ugly duckling.
Translated by @silaskin