Lured down the slightly hidden path next to a typical Irish dining place by the promise posed by a photo rendering the logo of Cinzano, I was certain that I would be able to have a romantic meal with origins from the mama-mia land. I was not disappointed by anything but the missing actual bottle of Cinzano!
The service is quite personal and yet uncumbersome. The space is plainly lit and is no bigger than a small chapel on Capri, yet it is intimate and warm.
What I loved most is that the rumour being spread by a bartender over at Amsterdams about the freshness of the food, turned out to be true and a welcome aroma to hungry souls.
The gnocci, the carbonara, the soup. You cannot make an error ordering from their carefully chosen menu items. But you might be amazed that freshness tastes much different than what you have become used to at the many chain Italian restaurants you somehow keep patronizing.
Chow 4 anytime. Ciao for now.