The last time we visited this restaurant was before the pandemic when, after opting for a seafood dish, my wife suffered an awful episode of food poisoning. We informed the restaurant but our complaint, although acknowledged, has never really been properly managed or rectified. Mainly for this reason we steered away from visiting for years... Fast forward to last night when we decided to give the restaurant another go. The alarm bell should have started ringing when the waitress brought out the bread basket. Dining out in an Italian restaurant, you would expect that the bread is one of the many Italian kinds, accompanied by good quality extra virgin olive oil and balsamic vinaigrette. Nope. The bread (unidentifiable, what kind) was on the stale side and we had to ask the waitress to bring the condiments. When she did, we received olive oil that looked closer to cooking vegetable oil on our plate (pale, almost see-through) and tasted exactly like that. We should have brought some of our own extra virgin olive oil we usually buy from Lidl... We ordered the scallops as a starter. Surprisingly, they leave the roe on (the orange reproductive organ) which is probably a matter of taste - in most restaurants it is removed for aesthetic reasons and to help the dish achieve a more neutral (less seafood-like) and sweet taste. The scallops however, even with the roe on, were on the smaller side and after just a bite it became alarmingly obvious that they weren't fresh. So much so that my wife had to spit the last one back on her plate as the flavour was so off that it triggered a small gagging reflex. When we were asked how the starter was, against my wife's objections, I told the waitress that the last scallop was probably off, to which she answered with a poker face (no apology) "Let me get someone.". Another lady appeared a minute later to whom I repeated my observation. She offered an apology and considered the case concluded. For mains I had the linguine quattordici which is, on paper, a pasta dish with king prawns and a garlicky-tomato sauce and rocket salad. The king prawns were, again, toward the small size (peasant rather than king) and the pasta sauce was so bland that I had to use the salt mill twice. My wife had the skate wing and a very similar experience: it was lacking salt or any particular flavour. This has put us off from ordering desserts, paid the bill and left, hoping for an undisturbed night sleep. In the car we concluded that I would have cooked a better Italian meal using a recipe from the Internet.