Ristorante ...A Casa Gori — Restaurant in Prato

Oh boy....where do we start? If you're looking for a place to waste two hours of your life while slowly losing faith in the hospitality industry, then congratulations—you've found it. From the moment we stepped in, we were greeted by a host who seemed genuinely annoyed by the inconvenience of guests showing up. She asked us three separate times how many were in our party, and when we kept answering “four,” she bizarrely added, “Oh sorry, I was including myself.” I guess she figured she’d be joining us for dinner? Sadly, she didn’t—she just vanished into a fog of indifference.

Now, let's talk about the food… or rather, the eventual arrival of food. A mind-numbing 95 minutes passed before anything edible (and I use that word lightly) hit the table. I’ve aged cheese faster than they brought our entrees.

First up, the ricotta-stuffed flowers: aggressively salty, as if the chef confused ricotta with seawater. Bread was delivered twice—each time a mountain of it—perhaps to distract us from the creeping suspicion that dinner might never actually arrive. Spoiler: we eventually wished it hadn’t.

And then, the steak. Oh, the steak. It takes true talent to strip a steak of all flavor, texture, and joy—but this place managed it. Tougher than a leather belt and blander than unseasoned tofu, it was easily the worst steak I’ve ever been served in any country, on any continent, during any century. I’ve had better luck at highway gas station diners.

When we (politely!) offered some feedback, the owner scoffed. Literally. With the smug confidence of someone who’s been phoning it in for decades, he told us that in 30 years he’s never served a bad steak. He also bizarrely blamed France for our taste buds, suggesting that maybe we expected “too many herbs and flavors” in our meal, as if seasoning a steak were a crime against culinary tradition.

For the record: we’re not from France. And we weren’t expecting foie gras flambéed in truffle butter. We just wanted a steak that didn’t feel like biting into a gym mat.

The atmosphere was the only redeeming quality, perched charmingly near a piazza—but even that lost its charm as we watched table after table of unhappy diners doing the slow head-turns and wristwatch glances that universally signal: where the hell is our food?

Final verdict? Unless your idea of a great night out includes confused staff, flavorless food, condescending owners, and a wait time long enough to grow your own vegetables, do yourself a favor and skip this place. You’ll thank me later when your jaw isn’t sore from chewing through boot leather...

Such a great experience! Lovely staff, amazing food and wines too and even more to discover!I suggest to all of you to pay a visit to this restaurant if you are in town. Few minutes away by foot from the city main church, near the secondary train station named "porta al serraglio", easily reachable from florence with a train ride. So what else? Go there!

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Un'esperienza mitologica. Il ristorante ci accoglie con uno dei cuochi che affetta il celebre Pata Negra, e alla domanda "esso è il celebre Pata Negra?" risponde con un cenno di consustanziale assenso e in un attimo capiamo che dietro l'apparenza si nasconde l'abisso della tradizione raffinata. Inutile aggiungere che la pata negra è una chiave ai sensi, la porta del tartaro dove nacquero i giganti, e che giganti se parliamo delle pappardelle al sugo di colombo (la cacciagione disponibile in quel giorno) e il filetto di pata negra con salse fatte in casa. Lo sformato di zucca delicato e rincuorante, insieme alle crocchette di patate e patanegra, non eccelse, ma sicuramente una buona apertura, aprono le danze. Il tutto accompagnato da un ottimo vino e dal pane sciapo (consiglio di condirlo con il loro olio e un pizzico di sale: la morte sua) crea un'atmosfera perfetta. Personale gentile che ci ha offerto insieme al dolce, di non banale fattura, malvasia e assaggino di croccante alle arachidi nonché arancino fatto in casa. Che dire, a un prezzo giusto tanta buona toscana fatta con amore....