Ristorante Caffè Cavour — Restaurant in Ostuni

One of the worst restaurants in Ostuni! The owner is rude and he tried to convince us that he is serving authentic food! Wines on the menu are not available the available ones are not good and full of acidity and not local. Best you can do with his wines is to use them as salad dressing. We sent back two bottles and we accepted the third one as we didn’t want to discuss and we’re eager to enjoy our evening. As the main dishes came we were forced to admit that the fish is frozen the carpaccio is not made of raw meat and is dried meat instead. He decided to bring first and second course at once to have less work. The lady chef in the kitchen has probably lost her sense of her taste over the years. They should close the place and learn how to cook. As we complained about the quality and paid the bill called the police on us for nothing. This place serving blend food and not worth a visit not even for a second. Disgusting and disgrace to...

Another reviewer mentioned the racism they encountered at this restaurant, and I can only agree. I came here for lunch with my girlfriend and it seemed like the service we received was deliberately bad. Another table seated after us got service and bread before us, and there was a long gap between arriving, then ordering, then receiving food... they even took a long time to take our money at the end. Eventually I went to the bar to pay as nobody came to out table, even when I was pretty much waving our money in the waiter's face (albeit more tactfully than that). The food itself was average. Good bread, nice roasted vegetables, but the pasta was a little overcooked and the "anchovy sauce" tasted like supermarket pesto from a jar. On its own I'd give the food 3 stars, but the overall experience...

Last week I was invited by a newly arrived resident of Ostuni. When we arrived there were three tables that were occupied by locals and tourists alike. The waitress was very nice and attentive. The owner/maitre’d/chef who walked by our table various times before acknowledging me. When he finally came by, he directly all his conversation to me, never once making eye contact with my host; not even when she handed him a credit card to pay the bill, nor to thank her.

I found his lack of manners was extremely unpleasant and racist. My host is an elegant lady from Zimbawe, an international news correspondent who was warmly received at every other restaurant we visited last week.

It could have been the best cuisine in Ostuni, which is was not, and I would never return to...