12 thoughts on “The Worst Michelin-Starred Restaurant Ever”

  1. I’ve had a few pretty heinous restaurant experiences, but nothing remotely approaching this guy’s story. As I continued to read, in horrified fascination – laughing at all of the black-humorous witticisms – it occurred to me that what this guy experienced was a sort of restaurant-based model for what everyone’s entire life will be like should the “woke” morons now busily scrabbling for unassailable power ever succeed in attaining it.

      1. I didn’t see any authorial name anywhere and the bearded guy is in more of the pictures than anyone else. I figured he was the author. What did I miss?

  2. Anyone that would sit for hours at such a place deserves what they get. I have to assume the e8it wasn’t padlocked.

  3. This reminds me of Portlandia, though I wasn’t aware that Italy had places that were more b#$shit crazy than the hugely hyperbolic satirical city of that really funny show.

    I’m also a little annoyed. This beats my retirement restaurant venture where I would start a restaurant so exclusive that no one (including the staff) could get in…unless, well, the bouncer…uh, maître d’…was offered six figures. Dinner for two would be seven figures, and would consist of plates, bowls, and glasses containing nothing whatsoever, and, apropos of “The Emperor’s New Clothes”, would be greeted with effusive praise by the marks…uh, patrons.

    1. C’mon people. Tell me you haven’t heard the line, “The food there is simply awful.” “Yes, and such small portions!”

  4. I’ve never encountered anything anywhere near this bad, but I’ve spent a lot of time in Italy, and learned long ago to stay the heck out of their “top end” restaurants.

    For some odd reason, it seems endemic at that level to be both pretentious, and serve awful food that is all about presentation and not at all about taste. One example of many; pork (I can’t recall the name offhand, but it’s sauced and browned, with a bone sticking out) with polenta on the side. It was barely lurkwarm, because they’d spent a lot of time arranging it. It was also rather tasteless. This was par for the course at the few restaurants of that level I’ve been in in Italy. I now avoid them.

    Some of the best food I’ve ever had has been in Italy (Tuscany especially) but absolutely none of the good food was at higher-end places. In fact, some of the very best I ever had was at a trattoria, which was very much in the lower end of the price range.

    1. I worked in Milan for 16 months in the late 70s and found the little neighborhood eating places to be excellent. I also ate in fancier places from time to time and found them to be excellent as well. I guess I didn’t eat in fancy enough places to ever get a bad meal.

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