In chic and without cheesy, of course. By the way, the name of our location comes from the former head of the establishment. He was the linchpin of the Bella Italia universe for more than 30 years, where he was the mafia patron and pizza pavarotti at the same time.
The night here should not just be celebrated, but celebrated with grande Karacho and molto Grandezza. More Italoflow? Here we go: Pizza is also served. Not just any, not from anyone, and none, just to be able to get a beer on the rush in the middle of the night. Pizza "Bud", comes down-to-earth-rustic with creme fraiche, bacon, wine and mountain cheese in noble white or "Romina", which lets the taste buds shout "mamma mia!" with beetroot, carrots, goat cheese and mint pesto.
What comes with slightly swashdend names like Lollobrigida or a wious frivolous as Cicciolina (we remember: starlet and ex-muse of Jeff Koons) is the result of very sober, expert drink mixology at its finest.
Urban lottery wins and hits for the beach flaring season at The Lago Glockenbachviertel is certainly the maritime garden in the most central location. There you can feel well-kept in summer until 5 o'clock at night like in Downtown-Rimini. Then one climbs the stairs, discovers astonished that the location can also be a dance bar and starts to wiggle at Mediterranean with the popo, while one dreamily enjoys the view of Monaco's party banana and Adriano Celentano in the somewhat too figure-hugging Striking pants expected ...
La Dolce Vita reloaded, without patina, but with a damn lot of sex appeal for the Italian in all of us.
