Lunch for two yielded a decent meal of scaloppine, cinghiale, and spinaci not much different from any similar establishment in Italy. The antipasto, however, differed quite a bit. We were surprised to find a small pitcher of chicken soup to pour on the fegato crostini...quite good. The small supply of prosciutto was very chewy; the cheeses were served in teeny little bits. Often you can get full on an antipasto in Italy, but certainly not here. Add a bottle of Santa Christina for a reasonable tourist-town bill of 63 euro.
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