I just love the past...it's so...yesterday. I was younger and dumber, and so was the food. Do you miss squiggles of irrelevant food stuffs on you plate? Me too...its like excess, but without the pleasure. This is the buzziest place in this tiny town, but on tonight's experience, it's all about the view. Get here before sunset...that is if you are prepared to use Google translate, because if you write in English, they aren't going to reply. And when they do, you'll get higher pressure to conform than a fraternity in 1950. The food is variable, aside from the ubiquitous balsamic reduction squiggles (apart from the delicious though basic semifredo, where bought style chocolate sauce creates a pattern worthy of a new york road). The fish was the highlight, and at €36 it needed to be. The other dishes varied between ok and distressingly bland. And the pasta may be "cooked" for non Italian tastes, but give this to an Italian, and you'll need a fast pace to outrun the offended. You can have a good time here, though only if you drink full bottles of wine, and are prepared to flag down the charming waiters when required...now that's nostalgia incarnate.