Caffe Quotidiano - AOSTA

Fast lunch break in the center to aosta. courteous waiters with us and our puppy. good food and honest prices.

The saddest aperitif of my life. I ask the list and I am told that they are doing it again, in full tourist season ... I order a local wine and I am served 2 fingers, in the glass with a lot of mystical notch. How to appetizers a tiny bowl of taralli with 2 pieces of pizza probably yesterday being today Sunday) Last known, unsold staff . Change your trade, suggestion from former bar owner A never again.

A friendly night. It was not hot, and we order 3 herbal teas.(10.50 euros without receipt). They come with tea bags. The staff not too courteous, unwitting, young, often sitting on the inside sofa.... Last but not least, when the water comes for herbal teas, they make you pay, but in fact they don't give you the tax receipt. You should go inside and ask, but how many do they???????

I ask for a Purple spritz and comes pure glucose, they stretch it a bit, and ok.... Let’s say we’re vegetarian and say that there is nothing for us, then we understand that he has confused us with celiacs (no comment). We solve the doubt... There are chips, two pieces of carrot and a ham cut into small pieces ... at that point we forget because we understand that they can not do it, but we notice that half an hour after the next table come small, simple bruschette to the tomato. Well, never again.

First of all, you sit at the first free table and expect someone to catch your presence, and have already compiled the list of arrivals of tourists and various patrons like you. No. There is no staff that in turn, put on the bar threshold, grab the events and styles a list of new arrivals at the tables. But you can see 2/3 girls who in the dark in front of the bar talk to each other, while various customers sit in the dehor 30 places at the most, I think) and wait for the holy advent of the staff and be organized. Another two young people, who are on a well-deserved break, are refreshed at one of the tables. The umpteenth girl, I lost the account, will be barely 19 years old, remains in a cathartonic state on a divanet in the entrance of the bar, fixes the total nothing, as from Stendhal syndrome, towards the porphyry failure of the main square of Aosta, from at least ten minutes, for nothing showing vital signs, nor much less vigile towards the calls of the adventors of the dehor. EPILOGUE. My waited sandwich 37 minutes, then solicited, the command had not arrived in the kitchen, APPLAUSI) finally arrived well SUPERFARCITO , but also burned on a corner.