Il Casello - CERVARO

We couldn't get in. My husband and I stopped with our one-year-old son and the dog to buy some gastronomic thoughts but the salesman/proprietaria came out screaming from the club, insulting us and saying that it is a private property, that the dog can't stand, that we can't come to his place to make the dog do the needs. We literally ran away. In fact we would have wanted to buy and being a very hot day, we were obviously getting the dog and the child off the car. Too bad. After a couple of hours on the highway I expected a better treatment. We stopped later.

On the advice of a Molise passenger, I decide to try the buffalo mozzarella of this dairy, both to compare it with that of other dairies along the road and with the mozzarella of my region, and because at least in voice I am told that it is prepared in many grammatures. In the morning I order mozzarella phone of 3 size and in the afternoon at the exit from the toll I stop, asking for my order. The girl at the bar bar, unique of the staff, with great detachment and almost annoyance says she doesn't know anything as she is in turn in the afternoon and her colleague in the morning left her nothing. That said you turn back and prepare the coffees that in the meantime we ordered. I ask you again why and if you can do something, but you don't even turn to answer, which we look in the eyes with the two passengers who are with me, one of them makes me sign not to continue because it is rude and it is useless to insist. Though in anger, I follow his advice, but I put a beautiful cross on that dairy-bar

We left the highway to arrive in this commercial exercise, already frequented other times. It is inadmissible to arrive and find toilets with written Guasto . At that point we asked the girl behind the counter who told us textual words if you want to get in at your risk is danger. We left without the mozzarella that we think very good.

We just took some wine, fortunately I add. Two glasses 8€. What wine was it??? By the way, my glass was dirty, but I was silent because we were in a hurry.

A few meters from the exit of the tollgate of San Vittore, an oasis. We stopped almost at lunchtime for a quick snack. Autogrill? No, come on. Let's go out and eat a mozzarella. Two sandwiches taken by an ignorant bread loaf, no rosettes or fighetti parades. Mortadella and ham from pure Italian pigs with mozzarella of autochthonous buffalo. Comrade to mind. It's tough. In fact, I thought I couldn't... Two cans of infusion of leaves of Indian origin(estathe) to send down the two monsters. A corollary of the mangereccia dagger who saw us winners, a ginseng and a coffee. Hot cup and fresh water. Price? Ten euros and ninety. Some people tip it right out of your hands! Where are we going? Do yourself a favor: if you are in the area... don't stop by autogrill