Before we came they put some tables together for 10 people. There were obviously two empty chairs that made a gap and inconvenient for those who set aside. It was only two plates and a table to take out to make us convenient, but they decided to punish us so they refused to do this for us saying they will not make noise to the other guests. We asked politely again and got refused again. Then a new group came in to the restaurant. They did not like the way the tables were arranged so the restaurant employees gave it a total different shape in few seconds. Can you imagine? not a two seats table but several tables and the task could be done easily. We asked the waitress again and apart from hitting
with the plates on the head she did almost every thing from raising her voice to rude language. 

Well, you get my point about the service.. 

Then I got my "Sea fruit spaghetti". If you like clams right from the rock then this is the dish for you (with the send and everything).  I did not have the strength to complain again. It was above me. Totally above me. O.K. I will go back to the service...

After we got the check two of us wanted to pay by credit card that should be charge differently.
Both of them got the wrong charge. The "correction" came to our table and... One of us got a note of "canceled deal", the other got two notes that we couldn't understand (silly us). The one who got it 
went to ask what does the two different notes mean (with different titles). It seems that at the same time they could cancel ones deal they combined a pay back through the credit card company for the other and a new check for the correct amount. Again, silly us.

The manager came and his voice that was grumpier then his face as he said: "Could none of you tell the lady the meaning of the bills??????"

He was asked why is it that we got a bad attitude from the first moment we came in. His response was to show us his back and going away.

Price? What the hell does it matter??? I will get falafel for less and I will enjoy much more!

My conclusion is: Next time I will have to chose between walking on burning coal, laying on bad of nails, or eating at Il Pazzo, I will just go to another restaurant (or for the falafel). Why should I suffer??