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Adresse à Paris proposant une carte de pizzas originales et de produits de la Botte, une formule déjeuner.
Il Posto fonctionne sur une carte de pizzas rosse et bianche tout à fait originale, car à l'exception d'une margherita et d'une quatre fromages quelque peu convenues, toutes les autres propositions (mariana, vegetariana, colonnata, tartufo...) sont originales et mettent joliment en valeur les produits de la Botte. Au déjeuner, on ajoute quelques assiettes de pâtes qui sortent de la même façon intelligemment des sentiers battus tout en restant simples (haricots et moules, crème de poivron et parmesan...), et on obtient une formule déjeuner à prix imbattable.
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Well, no.
We just came back from dinner because my wife was craving the tiramisu we used to enjoy back in the good old days when actual Italians were running the place. She ordered a carbonara, and I ordered a pizza parmigiana which, in the past, used to be an absolute delight. Unfortunately, my pizza had nothing in common with the one I remembered, and her pasta was a complete disaster.
To help you understand just how disappointing it was, let’s talk about the carbonara. A real carbonara is made with guanciale, yet the one they served had bacon. Now, that might work for uneducated tourists, but as an Italian myself, I absolutely hate when a menu claims “guanciale,” and then they serve bacon instead. That’s not an honest approach at all. On top of that, the pasta itself was overcooked, with the texture of something you’d expect from a budget-brand product at a supermarket.
When they came to clear our plates, they asked if we liked the food, and my wife told them no—her pasta was really bad, it used to be much better, and it tasted nothing like an authentic Italian carbonara. Instead of taking the feedback professionally, the waiter took it personally, claiming his mother is Italian, the recette was hers, and that their pasta is “the same as usual.” Funny how he used his mom as a credibility card to defend the dish. As an Italian, let me tell you something: if his mom cooked like that, I truly feel sorry for him—cooking must not have been her thing at all!
Long story short, if you want authentic Italian pasta, go to Buono Sano Bello, just five minutes away—they make homemade pasta with authentic Italian staff. And if you’re craving real Italian pizza, visit Ceprano, also just a five-minute walk away. I highly recommend both places—solid 5-star experiences.