Trattoria Dalla Lina Orsolina - Mailand

Now that Mrs. Lina is no longer here, I am overwhelmed by the memories of when I ate there two years ago, and leaving the story of the evening seems to me to be the best tribute to that mystical experience. Passing through Milan, dinner out; local friend shows off the following proposal: So, if everyone, absolutely everyone, has a sense of humor in hors categories we can go to Mrs. Lina , suggests Alessandro. He defines it as the worst restaurant in Milan , which it deserves for its surreal atmosphere. Obviously we accept with enthusiasm and curiosity: the opportunity is to try a much rarer experience than a starred restaurant. I 'm calling to book. Phone call: C Hello good evening, is it Mrs Lina? L Yes yes good evening, just Lina, Mrs Lina maybe in the Canary Islands C ??? Ah ok very well, I wanted to book for this evening for 3 people L Ah yes yes okay see you later C Ah, the name is Mancini L Yes yes I don 't care, there are only a few of us, there 's no one, see you later We enter the place, and are inundated by a stale wave of fifties and dusty bottles of national liqueurs. Totally empty. Lina is a sprightly old lady from Treviso who, at a guess, is in her nineties, she is definitely worried about our presence as if we had caught her by surprise and she is starting to get nervous because we will be hungry and he isn 't ready yet, in the meantime have a drink . She uncorks three 66 Peroni for us without us saying anything, leaves them at the table next to ours to check the stove. From the other room noises come from the television that the husband is watching, and who is obviously annoyed by our presence. He is speechless, she is half deaf. A complementary and winning team over the decades, despite everything moving. The precariousness of hygienic conditions is a condition that borders on euphemism. As we sit, there are glances of wonder at the emotional grandeur of everything. It is the triumph of the metaugly, everything so ugly that it becomes wonderful. The cuisine is actually the worst in Milan, and everything drowns in a sauce with indecipherable ingredients. It seems that the entire universe is made of that sauce that remains attached to the palate, to the skin, to the soul. We thank Alessandro heartily and continue the evening drinking the lady 's grappa, who leaves us the whole bottle. At our farewell, Lina 's husband puts a scooter back into the room that neither of us was in any condition to use, which remains another of the mysteries of the place. Service: Dine in Meal type: Dinner Price per person: €10–20

I 'm sorry for Mrs. Lina but we sat down at the table and without asking anything she brought us an almost inedible risotto .

The place is very reminiscent of your grandmother's house, the lady is very kind and although you can't choose from a menu, you can eat simple and genuine, without too many spices or fats to make the meals tastier. Simple. It's good!

SHOCKED! Mrs. Lina and the environment took me back to the nuns ' canteen in primary school. Mrs. Lina is a folkloric character, but she is very grumpy and made us get up to withdraw cash halfway through dinner. The food is among the worst ever, two small dishes, frozen, all with nut flavour, for the modest sum of 10 euros per dish. No dessert or even coffee because the machine was turned off. The idea would be nice, but unfortunately it was really poorly executed, the cuisine does not in the least resemble that of grandmother 's but more that of a low quality canteen. (We also found a small piece of iron in what must have been rice. Bad bad bad

I wonder what people like about this place. €15 each for a lunch of dry minestrone passed off as risotto with vegetables and cutlet (like spinach) with instant puree, water to drink and nothing else. There was only us in the place. In short, it fits as a museum, but in the next street there is a Sicilian trattoria with the same price, but including drinks, and excluding tetanus Service: Dine in Meal type: Lunch