Olivers Pizzeria3 in Berlin

Top food and family atmosphere. We really enjoy coming here to feast

Very tasty authentic Italian food. We spontaneously ordered 10 pizzas to take away for our team lunch and were extremely satisfied. The team at Il Gattopardo is very nice, polite, courteous and flexible & the pizzas were all delicious. We will definitely be back soon, thank you very much.

I've never eaten such a good fillet; it was a special experience in this restaurant. At the end, the chef sang an Aryan song. There are only four tables, but I'll never forget this wonderful and wonderful visit. The chef and his team displayed a particularly warm Italian atmosphere. I'll be back soon. You can definitely go there with very good friends and you'll never regret it. The chef comes and recommends the food, and there may be something like a menu, but you can follow the chef's recommendations; he's an Italian actor and a wonderful chef.

The best coffee I drank in Berlin overall. Nice italian “atmosphere” and food. Was satisfied 🤌🏼

Italian Charlotte – unfortunately only 1/5 stars This is really something: I've been going here at least three times a week for the past seven weeks and I dutifully leave at least 50 cents – because you're not supposed to skimp! But it's like a mafia drama here, only without the good pasta. You order takeout, you get a number, and you're told to wait outside because the place is so small. Then, two weeks ago, the spectacle happened: Our numbers 17 and 18 were suddenly called in whisper mode, while everyone else was shouted loudly. So I politely went in and asked which number she had fried. Bam, a rude response: "Don't put us under so much pressure! If it's too slow for you, you can go somewhere else!" Aha. I didn't know that politely asking for numbers here was like a mafia interrogation. Today I thought to myself: "Come on, bury the hatchet!" So I went back. Two people in front of me who took forever to order two pizzas and then wanted to pay when they picked them up – no stress, and apparently they weren't under any pressure. Then I got there, said a friendly "Hello" – BOOM! Another announcement: "We're full!" Aha, and that only applies to me? I left, but came back (because it's not that easy). "Do you have any problem with me?" – after all, I'm a regular, friendly, and I tip regularly. Her rude response: "I don't want to be pressured by you anymore!" Aha, because I asked once what number she had given me and because I said a friendly hello. Conclusion: If you want to immerse yourself in a free televised melodrama about personal feuds, go ahead. If you want to eat and avoid the pressure cooker of emotions, go somewhere else! The food is actually very good and inexpensive, but I won't be going there anymore.