It's time for Francesco Martucci to take a breath and enjoy the moment. A renovated room rich in contemporary art with works reflecting his restless dark-romantic nature. With a dedicated room as well. An ever-evolving menu that tells of intercontinental journeys, physical experiences, and gastronomic curiosities, of contaminations between cultures and cooking techniques, ingredients and textures, aromas and bitterness (both from the kitchen and from life). A pizza that maintains its pop soul yet flies, without restraint, towards courageous ambitions. Here, where enjoying a "simple" Margherita is equal to being captivated by the most daring combinations on the tasting menu. After a long journey of sacrifices faced head-on and without sparing, Martucci has now reached the border between pizza and gastronomic experience in the broadest sense. Extensive wine and beer list, spirits and delicacies. Efficient service. A temple of the best of Italian gastronomic culture just a stone's throw from the Royal Palace.
>>22036241Gastronomic and dark-romantic men are my favorite
>>22036241>mamma mia i putta da mato sauce and cheese and random sticks on the breadthey're overrated pastaniggers
>>22036257why are you gae?
>dark romanticI bet he called himself that in the interview. What a phutze.
>>22036241is he holding invisible knife and fork?
A room can speak volumes to those willing to listen, and the antiquated, dilapidated interior of Chef Pepe Grenouille's flagship kitchen canvas Chez Pepe is almost inviting patrons to leave while they still can. With the dim lights begging the darkness to obscure the horror transpiring within, Chef Pepe's Neo American-uninspired menu tells the story of a life unfulfilled and a career marred by setback and failure, where the food is seasoned with tears and carries a heady perfume of resignation. In this gastronomic Guantanamo, reheated chicken tenders and overcooked pasta twirl in a dance macabre on the diner's plate while the revolting cocktail menu (designed by mixologist Wojak Feelski, formerly of Feels Bar) almost leaves one begging for hemlock to quaff instead. A sparse array of tasteless dishes, borne by a solitary waitstaff more pallbearer than provisioner, assault daring guests in all five senses as well as their wallet. One is almost guaranteed to leave the establishment as miserable as the man who owns it. Here is the wake of a man who has abandoned all ambition and merely waits in his coffin for death, just a few steps away from Everettsville Homeless Shelter.
>>22037643It's constipation
holy based
