The Bar Picchio is the revival of the neighborhood bar, the only place in Milan where I paid 2,50 euro for a bloody mary (ok, it was noon, in the evening it’s 3,50…). Frequented by affectionate clients – embellished by a few bar flies that are drunk and harassed only with words, who will tell you stories that are not even heard in cinemas -, it is popular for its aperitifs at a reasonable price, accompanied by delicious homemade and greasy dishes (by the way: come by for a homemade lunch) and an old Milanese setting that couldn’t be better.
Look at the swimming-pool-blue ceramic floor, the billiard table where people used to play for honour when Via Melzo was a disreputable street (now instead it is a press review counter), the public telephone, the liquor labels, and more tobaccos, lottery, football pools and bottles. I would spend my life here: more than “gambling time in bars”.
Translated by @silaskin