Altessano Italia
Gran Turin

Gran Turin

Piazza Gran Madre Di Dio, 2, Turin, Italy, Altessano Italia

Europeo • Fusione • Italiano • Porta Via


"I consider all the positive reviews unreliable. Some of my friends still go there. Sometimes I join for dinner but always after advising him against it, because I know him by now. Last night I suggested serious places but they didn't listen to me and wanted to have dinner there. Okay. After three minutes of being at the table they complain that the volume of the (bad) music is too high and they can't talk. I told him that's how it is. It's impossible to have dinner and conversation fluently. I couldn't hear what my friend next to me was saying to his neighbor at the table. If whoever owns a place cannot realize this, it is inadequate. Every time I have dinner there I spend €50 but it's fine, the dishes are good but it's still a terrible dinner because the dinner is made not only of dishes, but also of free-flowing dialogue and conviviality. Dialogue there is very tiring, almost impossible! Which is why it should be avoided. Anyone who has sense doesn't dine there. Even less so for those who are the least bit demanding. Dinner where you can talk. During dinner my friends tell me to point it out to Nicola, the owner, suspecting that he doesn't know about this problem and I laugh because I pointed out that Nicola's wife was present this evening. In the past I was told that the problem of the very high volume comes from the manager and the staff in general, who should be replaced but it is not enough. It's the property! They still don't understand it. As a customer who has been around a lot, even in Milan, all my life, I have frequented many places and I still go there for work. I have the right to judge. I would never hire people picked at random, who don't say hello or who say hello out loud, almost shouting as if we were at the market. They are at a level that is pitiful. This is Turin rawness. People who are behind the counter and who, while they talk to each other, put their hands in their mouths and bite their nails and then prepare you a cocktail or open a bottle for you. I notice everything as a matter of character because I'm precise, in fact the companies I worked for looked for me again after years, it happened to me because I'm precise. I'm not a bartender, it's not my job, but I'm a customer who travels around a lot and if I were back there, the staff would be different and the level of service and the climate would be the same, it would be different. It's a hodgepodge. This problem of the very high volume is a rough constant that has been going on for years and which has made many people, including me, develop the idea of giving up their place and finding alternatives. Now losers and sluts go there. Pay attention to it. Nothing different about the service. The manager is someone who dyes his hair, shows up in overalls and very rarely does anything behind the counter and when he does he is listless to say the least. Plus he never says hello. Bad image and behavior. Careful presence and education, availability, are the basis of those who do this job which is not difficult, yet there are those who do it but are absolutely out of place. . There is the person in charge who is a miracle worker, someone who lacks the basics. What do you expect? Sometimes there are people at the counter waiting to be served and a barman and he go on chatting and nonsense on the phone at their convenience, totally ignoring the waiting customer. But, does this seem normal to you? If the property is totally inadequate, you cannot expect decent staff. If they don't even realize that it is essentially impossible to dialogue without shouting from one place to another at the table, it means that ignorance and inadequacy already reigns in the property, so when they suggested I talk about it with Nicola, I was he laughed because in this mess of reggaeton at full volume, his wife was there! Either you go there and put up with struggling to talk, or you do what I do. You're not going. I've even snatched a few bottles in the past but the owners, precisely because I'm a bit of a Zulu, don't even appreciate it or respect you. What to say? Those who write positive comments probably do so out of courtesy."

Caffè Rossini

Caffè Rossini

Corso Regina Margherita, 80/e, Turin, Italy, Altessano Italia

Caffè • Panini • Cocktail • Italiano


"Perhaps because we are close to the Mole and its Cinema Museum, for a few moments it seemed to me like I was inside a film. If it was wanted by the working group, well done, well done, really. If it wasn't wanted, we need to teach the staff, I would specify the tattooed ones, that if food is ordered at the counter then one cannot complain that the guest is eating there. And that if you complain about guests which is understandable for those who do this job, given that I've done it too you have to be intelligent enough not to get caught. Especially if it's you (the venue staff) who brought placemats and cutlery and not me who did it on my own initiative. In summary: we arrive and order drinks and food, specifying that we were in a hurry. We were served what we asked for very quickly, but after a few minutes, one of the staff began to get impatient. When I asked him why, having perfectly seen that he was angry with us, he flew into a rage. I told him that we hadn't chosen to eat there, but that they had prepared it. If it was a problem, just say it. But no, he showed himself to be arrogant who, faced with the evidence, could do nothing but raise his voice. As a customer, what should I have done? We had been told that a table had become available: we replied, politely declining the offer, that we would be leaving in five minutes. So? If I can't stay, you set up the table for me and tell me to go. If I can stay, the only solution is to do psychotherapy. The sense? I do not know. Faced with this ignorance I was left speechless, but perhaps it's for the best. Too bad, the Negroni they served me was also good, but they will certainly never see me again. Neither me, nor all those who ask me where to drink one in Turin. To never again."