Next to the bar there is the threshing floor, where once, under the scorching sun of July, a tiring work took place. But at the same time it was an opportunity for a feast: the threshing and the harvesting. Sheaves of wheat were ready to be worked in a joyful atmosphere; they were the fruits of hard labours for a year. The same round, open space has been readapted and shaded for the new requirements. Today it is the terrace on the sea of our bar. Placed at a few metres from the water’s edge, it enjoys the spectacular and evocative gulf’s landscape. The changes, happened in the times, haven’t altered the prerogative of the threshing floor as a joyful meeting-place after a hard year of work. The pleasant afternoon “west wind” that, at one time, separated the grain from the straw, makes amusing to stay at tables while tasting our simple and appreciated cold dishes. We re-propose old dishes; some of them find evidences in the south of Italy, among the “tarallari”. We welcome our customers with the same hospitality, simplicity and humility which our ancestors have handed to us.