After changing subways and walking for 10 minutes, I was lucky to find it open on the day after Christmas. I wanted to check out their Negroni sbagliato (or Negroni Wrong), with champagne instead of gin, which is claimed to have had its origins here- as mentioned by fellow LA traveler..

Bar was OK, Negroni for 11 Euros was pricey but cheaper compared to 15 Euros Aperol Spritz at Rooftop of the department store in front of Duomo.

What I enjoyed the most- was the familial atmosphere. Bartenders knew almost every customer and had a small talk. Single lady came for a cappuccino, couples enjoyed their orange juice and coke in a small glass bottle, some locals were seen sipping wine. Even super seniors came and enjoyed their time.

What I did not like was the hygiene. Bartenders, although in impeccably white ironed shirts and ties did not wash hands after smoking in the back which I could see, since I was sitting in front of kitchen entrance. One elderly bartender was munching on olives, pretzels while talking to customers- again not washing hands. I had tough time munching on my olives. I dared not use their restroom.

Although we can never find out what goes on behind the kitchen doors, when we see such things in front of us- it leaves bad taste no matter how exotic the Negroni. No tip was given nor did the elderly man on the register cared.