Franchino Garage — Restaurant in Unione di Comuni Montani Colline del Fiora

We take you now, to a garage in Canoga Park (It makes it's own sauce if you add water) It wasn't very large There was just enough room to cram the drums In the corner over by the Dodge It was a '54 with a mashed up door And a cheesy little amp With a sign on the front said "Fender Champ" And a second hand guitar It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar We could jam in Joe's Garage His mama was screamin', his dad was mad We was playin' the same old song In the afternoon, and sometimes we would play it all night long It was all we knew, and easy too So we wouldn't get it wrong All we did was bend the string like Hey! Down in Joe's Garage We didn't have no dope or LSD But a coupla quartsa beer Would fix it so the intonation Would not offend yer ear And the same old chords goin' over an' over Became a symphony We could play it again and again and again 'Cause it sounded good to me (One more time) We could jam in Joe's Garage His mama was screamin' "Turn it down!" We was playing' the same old song In the afternoon, and sometimes we would play it all night long It was all we knew, and easy too So we wouldn't get it wrong Even if you played it on a saxophone We thought we was pretty good We talked about keepin' the band together And we figured that we should 'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye From the girls in the neighborhood They'd all come over and dance around, like So we picked out a stupid name Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks 'N' we was on our way to fame Got matching suits and beatle boots And a sign on the back of the car And we was ready to work in a Go-Go Bar One, two, three, four Let's see if you've got some more People seemed to like our song They got up and danced and made a lotta noise An' it wasn't 'fore very long A guy from a company we can't name Said we oughta take his pen And sign on the line for a real good time But he didn't tell us when These "good times" would be somethin' that was really happenin' So the band broke up And it looks like We will never play again Guess you only get one chance in life To play a song that goes like Turn it down! Turn it down! I have children sleeping here Don't you boys know any nice songs? Well, the years was rollin' by, yeah Heavy metal and glitter rock had caught the public eye, yeah Snotty boys with lipstick on was really flyin' high, yeah And then they got that disco thing, and new wave came along And all of a sudden I thought the time had come for that old song We used to play in Joe's Garage And if I am not wrong, you will soon be dancin' to The white zone is for loading and unloading only If you gotta load or unload go to the white zone I said, the years was rollin' by, yeah The years was rollin' by (I'm calling the police) So the years was rollin' by (I did it) The years was rollin' by (they'll be here shortly) By, by, the years was rollin' by (this is the police) I'm not joking around anymore We have the garage surrounded The years was rollin' by (give yourself up we will not harm you or hurt you neither) This is the police, give yourself up The years was rollin' by (we will not harm you, this is the police) Listen to that mess, would you! Give yourself up, we have the garage surrounded We will not harm you or maim you (SWAT Team 4, move in!) He used to cut my grass, he was a very nice boy This is the Central Scrutinizer That was Joe's first confrontation with the law Naturally, we were easy on him One of our friendly counselors gave him a do-nut And told him to stick closer to church-oriented...

Non andateci per il cibo, anche se l'acquacotta è buonissima e non pensate di andarci per mangiare la più buona grigliata ma provata in Maremma. Sono aspetti secondari. Andateci per vivere un'esperienza fuori dal tempo, in un luogo che emana una miscela benefica di storia, cultura, socialità, territorio ed amicizia ...anche da perfetti sconosciuti. Lasciatevi conquistare dalla ruvida dolcezza di Gianluca, sfacciatamente timido e caro burbero. Un luogo dove il meraviglioso significato degli ossimori prende forma come un vaso di creta nelle mani giuste. Piatti scheggiati ma bellissimi, birra peroni in bottiglia ed altre strane ma meravigliose semplicità ...ma tutto questo è un'inezia rispetto alle chiacchere che il luogo ha generato tra perfetti sconosciuti, da diverse zone della penisola e dei più disparati ceti sociali. Il tempo si è fermato ascoltando le storie di Gianluca. Vere, false, gonfiate ...non importa, ma incredibilmente e semplicemente bellissime. Eppoi i regali. I cartoncini con le frasi emozionali, gli aforismi che Gianluca ti regala dopo averti scandagliato l'anima avendo condiviso la sua. Incredibile. Se volete riempire solo lo stomaco ...non andateci. Se volete riempire tutto il resto del corpo e dell'anima, non esiste luogo migliore. Ci torneremo è...

Inqualificabile! Ho chiamato per prenotare un tavolo e mi è stato detto che sarebbe stato possibile dopo le 21 anzi meglio verso le 21 e 30. Alle 21 e 30 sono arrivata al ristorante, che oltretutto è totalmente sprovvisto di qualsivoglia parcheggio per cui bisogna lasciare l'auto sulla carreggiata della provinciale e mi è stato detto che il tavolo era ancora occupato e non avevano idea di quando si sarebbe liberato. Premetto che era una serata fredda e molto ventosa per cui dopo venti minuti abbiamo chiesto se il tavolo fosse prossimo a liberarsi. Non solo ci hanno detto che non avevano idea di quando e se si fosse liberato ma hanno fatto entrare e dato un tavolo ad una coppia che era lì nonostante la nostra prenotazione lasciandoci fuori al freddo. Un ristorante dignitoso, ma anche la peggiore delle bettole penso, di fronte ad una situazione del genere non solo si sarebbe scusato con l'avventore ma gli avrebbe proposto di aspettare al caldo in attesa del suo tavolo. Non sono mai stata trattata così in nessuna parte del mondo. Per fortuna a Montemerano abbiamo trovato una pizzeria eccellente dove, nonostante l'ora tarda e il fatto che non avessimo prenotato, ci hanno fatto accomodare al caldo, approntato un tavolo in pochi minuti e...