Al Portico Dei Pensieri - LODI

I 'm stunned when I read ratings and comments such as excellent for this corner of the town square. I can only imagine that the authors have little experience of more authentic cooking. The bone I wish to pick here, and I did so directly with the owner, is that slapping a frozen chicken cutlet between two slabs of un-toasted burger bun, and then shovelling a mound of fries over the top, does not constitute a culinary treat in any way shape or form, or justify the price, for which, in over-prices Milan, I can get a juicy breadcrumbed chicken breast, well presented and tasting of more than just raw carbohydrates. My complaint fell on deaf ears. It 's a shame that people who are in the restaurant business solely for profit, are doshing out soulless pap, in location which deserves better. Objectively speaking, for the less discerning diner, the place is lively, service is quick, and there is the illusion of being in a chic ambient. Personally speaking, not for me; I like food prepared with heart, and proprietors who at least hold their hands up if called to task.

A beautiful restaurant frequented by locals. Whilst the menu is in Italian the waiter said he would translate as necessary. You can watch the pizzas being prepared with finesse by staff that are both professional and polite and well trained.

While there is a reasonably wide-ranging menu it's the burgers that keep me going back to this place. They are simply delicious and come with innovative additions. Some English spoken for those who need it.

Unfortunately yesterday, on September 1 a fire caused the temporary closure of the premises.

Good pizza; beer illegally referred to as artisan (if you indicate the unfiltered ichnus as artisan is, technically, fraud on the market). Unfortunately inside there is not the air conditioning on, while outside the places are quite uncomfortable, the small tables and very close to the tables between them, and before a certain hour the sun in the face is quite annoying. quite embarrassing the time of payment: While entering the pin of the ATM, I was literally excavated by a guy from the staff who had to sign a reservation, in a beard of privacy.