After the hour-long train ride, we were escorted by two fun loving Italian guys by the names of Fabrizio and Maximilliano, who drove us to the Twenty One Hotel. The art on their room floors were pretty, but the service is summed up in three words: HOR. REE. BULL. First off, I never heard of a hotel that had limited stuff at thier inhouse bistro or when you ordered room service.
Since Barbara couldn’t make dinner due to showtime hours, she told Fabrizio and Max to take me out and they took me to this pretty cool place called Acquapacheta, where I had a salmon cheesecake (it’s not what you think, guys), some bangin’ chicken with mozzerella and the mist sinful dessert: A decadent piece of chocolate cake, so dark it was nearly black, with some mashed passion fruit. I tore that joint up!
So after Barbara’s show, we went back to the hotel, where the next day, I did a little shopping and checked out the sights, but I was highly upset with the hotel.