One random Sunday evening you park in the basement near Colombo's house and search on Google for "typical Genoese cuisine". A thousand thousand red dots light up, all with at least 4 stars and dozens (hundreds!) of reviews. Ok, you can't go wrong, "ndo cojo cojo", it's starting to be 9pm and it's chilly, there's no need to go too far, so we'll stop here, after reading the menu on the notice board.
We enter this mini maze of stairs and rooms (in the end there are 2 but there and then you get lost for a moment and Zena knows, make room where you can) and we sit down. In the meantime, a family from Bologna who they had met shortly before enters from the... er... window, also looking for a place to have dinner.
Warm furnishings, almost in modernized poor art, which encourage conviviality. Out of the menu on a walking blackboard... Menu apparently printed with one of the first inkjets that didn't use sheets of paper with holes in the sides, but that's not certain. Dishes? Various, real and fairly typical, with a decent offer even for celiacs.
Let's start with delicious fried artichokes, then I won't put a photo of the mandillos, which are culinary porpoise, together with a cod and a dessert each.
Portions rather in line with modern taverns.
Why not 5 stars then?
-The tiramisu seemed without eggs, but with whipped cream and mascarpone. I like it but... I think many would object. The honest Neapolitan pastiera.
-Friendly service but a little slow and imprecise
- The toilets need to be revised. Absolutely.
We would need a fix to the doors that squeak like the worst low-grade horror films and... Well they don't even close properly! Ventilation to be redone
It wouldn't take much to....