Al Battello

If you don't want to lose your good mood, to use an elegant expression, stay away from this place. The story takes a bad turn right from the start, when, upon our arrival, under heavy rain, there is not the slightest trace of a place near the hotel restaurant, where we can stop to unload our luggage. Having entered the building to get information, the owner, who will later reveal himself as a cook and handyman, is unable to tell me precisely how and where to park, as if he had been there for a day. Having parked the car in the municipal silo, we return to the building and access the booked room (€125) not after having overcome two very steep flights of stairs that are EEA-proof and on the way up, obviously, having to make do with our suitcases. The room immediately turns out to be disappointing, minimal space, dark, entirely covered, including the ceiling, with simple white-colored wooden strips that produce an unpleasant alienating and claustrophobic effect. Perhaps the intentions should be to increase the brightness and reduce the humidity, if that were enough. Precarious furnishings, power extensions running above the back of the bed, the much vaunted lake view reduced to a small window, further diminished by the looming sloping roof. Tiny bathroom, no bidet, the only credit the shower. It was 8pm and informed that the kitchen would close shortly thereafter, that is, at 9pm (a questionable time, to say the least, given that it was a Sunday evening in a holiday period and with a lot of tourist traffic), given the unfavorable weather conditions and with a day already full of mileage, we decided to stay on site and so we went to the restaurant room (?), the only customers. Animated by the best intentions and in order not to waste time, I asked the same person as before what the house specialties were, which are two (?) and shortly we proceeded with the order: veal stew with polenta, asparagus with eggs, two glasses of wine and a bottle of water. Menu and wine list, UFO. The dishes are nothing special, just edible, ordinary in taste and presentation. The reviews that describe this restaurant as the best in the area leave me stunned or perhaps it is better not to think about how others fare. The surprise on the bill: €91. I ask if a mistake had been made, but alas, that was not the case. To my complaints, the reply is that perhaps I was not fully aware of the context in which I was. I had already looked around previously, but I do it again thinking I had missed something. Summary: we are in a small, stale-looking room with four, five tables, empty at that, which also serves as the hotel reception, you enter directly from the porch, on the opposite side of the entrance there is a bar counter, on one side the serving hatch that communicates with the adjacent, non-visible kitchen, on the other a very sad shelf with a few bottles, the tu