“Esperienza assai negativa. Il bio non giustifica la sciatteria e il risparmio a tutti i costi.”
The building feels very old and dated, and the owner tries to present everything as “bio.” Unfortunately, breakfast offered only a single plastic bottle of clementine juice (not bio), plastic dishes everywhere, discount non‑bio milk with cakes that were sugar‑free, egg‑free, and milk‑free (made by the owner a long time ago; the dated ones are cut into cubes), hard homemade bread that was inedible, and jars of stale jam that had been open for days. A plastic yogurt container from a discount store (not bio) was also present. In short, the breakfast was inedible. More “bio” than anything, it felt like a miserly uncle’s odd setup. The room was old; the bathroom even had cracked fixtures. The garden, essentially a vegetable plot, was littered with pseudo‑art pieces created by the owner, who claims to be a great cook, artist, and osteopath. He thinks he is. Everyone can live as they wish at home, but when that home becomes a lodging, standards must differ. The bio narrative doesn’t hold up. Basically everything was subpar, especially the breakfast, which was truly unclassifiable.
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