When we first arrived, I had some sympathy for the "manager" behind the plastic. He immediately complained of rude tourists from France and Israel and he had my sympathy. I complimented him during our 1 1/2 hour visit while sipping on decent limoncello spritzes and pretty tasty olives. When I asked for a restroom he told me they had two and I accepted the first without question. There was urine everywhere...but that's for later in the story. I'd just stood for almost the entire duration of a 3-hour cooking class and my chronic venous insufficient legs were screaming for some elevated relief. I had me legs up and resting on the stool next to me and this dirty-cargo-pants-wearing fool told me to take my shoes off the stool. Mind you, the only reason I pulled them up on the stool is to be polite and make room for him each time he came to our table to interrupt us with more stories about his customers. This very small man (on the wrong side of the river) went from being on the receiving end of my greatest compliments to the biggest ass I've encountered in a public setting. At 1:00 in the afternoon you are going to scold me as if if I have no manners in your little bar along the river? Before leaving I asked for the other restroom and I was told they only had one. when I told them that I know there is a second and if they are forcing me to use the urine sprayed one I'd used earlier, I'd expect it to be cleaned first, they pointed begrudgingly to the other. Upon leaving, the little man yammered on about some time when Barabara Streisand had used the the toilet... blah, blah, blah. In short, this man ruined a lovely day in my favorite city. I've been crying for stupid reason for an hour and this isn't my first rodeo (I'm 51 damn years old). Shame on the manager of this restaurant. Do not go. read more