Bad service doesn't necessarily mean bad food. And there are enough bad-food places out there that I'm willing to sit through moments of bad service just so that I can have good food satisfy my palate.
If I had been scared away by bad-service reviews, I would also have never tried numerous other restaurants that have since become my go-to places for a flavor unique and removed from the usual blah. I have yet to experience bad service when I visit Ariano. However, I will qualify my review with the note that we have been there only for lunch/brunch and an afternoon gelato. So on with our 3-hour tour...
Our first visit was during our staycation here in my home town, at the end of June of this year. It was completely on a whim in our mission to venture away from our usual haunts in Media. We were tempted by their pizzas, and our whim led us to a delicious meal of the Melazzo and Regina, with a crust that others have also noted is quite good and unique, even through the opaque curtains of bad service. We finished our meal with gelato all around (and with 8 owl eyes smiling at the selection in the gelato case). While reading their menu, we spotted that they had breakfast pizza, so with that fly in our eye and idea in the back of our minds, we headed into...
Our second visit. It was later that same week, for an afternoon gelato break with my Baby1. The gelato experience there really is the closest I've had to true Italian gelato, of my attempts to find true gelato this side of the pond. There are enough un-cleaned-to-the-bottom bowls of "gelato" in various establishments up and down the eastern seaboard to prove my attempts (really? you call this gelato? and it's supposed to be italian on top of that? how about trying first with one part, and then with the other?). The fragola, strawberry for those on this side of the pond, is smooth and creamy - not an easy feat considering that catering to the majority leaves us with "gelato da fragola" that is either an icy strawberry-flavored clump of sorbet or sherbet, or strawberry ice cream that has had a name change and, I'm sure, a botox treatment or two. AND - it's not super sweet - another counter-majority feat. They have, however, called their strawberry gelato "sorbet" to help alleviate some level of confusion for patrons. But Baby1 only likes vanilla, so it's all she'll eat. We vowed we'd return for...
More savories, on our third visit. We made our excursion in hopes of getting the breakfast pizza. We got there at 1pm, too late for breakfast pizza. But we did order their monstrosity-sized frittatas for lunch, which left us full enough to practically skip dinner, if not for the long walk we took in the afternoon. And we did have more gelato. Then, most recently, we conquered our mission with...
Yesterday, when we finally got there before noon and were able to enjoy their breakfast pizza. And what an experience it was. Between the delicious crust (even Baby1 ate it, who usually leaves pizza crusts untouched!), the eggs with fresh parsley on top (such a fresh flavor, I can't believe I hadn't tried this already!), the marscapone and fruit on my pizza (NO NO, I REFUSE TO SHARE, EVEN WITH MY OWN OFFSPRING! BACK, BACK, GET YOUR OWN!), clear lemon-lime soda (Pellegrino limonata?) and coffee that was phenomenal, I've decided that good food is indeed worth waiting for, enough so that I will venture into the infamous dinner course here next time just so I can see for myself exactly how bad it is. Can I also note, how well behaved both Baby1 and Baby2 were, which leads me to my most recent theory: good food yields well-behaved children. Our waiter was wonderful, never leaving our coffee empty, and the owner was warm and welcoming as always. And, of course, we had gelato. Even Baby2 who usually hates ice cream enjoyed the fragola as well as Baby1's vanilla.
So here's the verdict: go for the good food, and take your experience with a grain of salt, an ounce of patience, and a momentary lapse into Latin time. Maybe that is how we can let this restaurant survive and continue serving us good food - because you really have no idea, how good their gelatos are and the uniqueness of their crust. And if you happen to see me chomping away on their breakfast pizza - don't let a limb come near me. Just ask my kids, the ones with the bandaids on their arms and scowls on their faces. Hey - not my fault they tried reaching for my food. read more