I went to this place on recommendation of a friend. Had duck liver with asparagus as starter. The liver was cooked almost to perfection: soft and succulent. Main course was baby pork, and I liked the softness again. Surprisingly there was no bad smell, even though it was cooked medium rare. The house wine was also excellent quality. The service and atmosphere were also very nice. Two people. One had starter and main. The other had main course only. 1/2liter house wine. One more glass of wine and espresso. 74.50 euros before tip.

We got to Potsdam after a long drive in the rain from Amsterdam. Our hotel's owner recommended Ristorante Pino when we asked about Italian. Pino is on a quiet, residential street with the usual limited parking but we lucked out and found a spot right in front. We were early, 6:30PM and there was only one other couple inside. The restaurant serves from 18:00 to 24:00 Monday thru Saturday. We quickly determined that they only had a German menu and the one waiter who had any English was very limited. We have little German but we made out the handwritten menu on the portable blackboard and ordered. First came a complimentary appetizer of brucetta, high quality olive oil and warm bread slices plus a bowl of green and black olives with toothpicks for stabbing. We ordered a bottle of Italian Chianti at 38 Euros but were pleased with the wine, even if a little expensive for our taste. We split a salad of avacado and crawfish tales (river crabs in German). We loved it spooned on the warm bread slices and wished we had ordered one each and not shared. Our entree was spaghetti noodles with a pesto sauce and seafood on top. The seafood turned out to be grilled shrimp, a few crawfish tails and thinly sliced strips of calamari. The waiter insisted that we pour some of the dark green olive oil over the dish and we then topped it with freshly grated Parmean cheese. It was delicious. About this time a crowd of local regulars was beginning to fill the small restaurant and we got our order in for a creme brulee just in time. The dessert came warm with the caramel crust on top and again, we wished we had not shared. Too good! By this time we were well fed and tired and it took a little too long to get the bill and pay but the two waiters were hopping trying to take care of the, now full, restaurant. Our total bill was 85.50 Euros or about $110.00US. This was not cheap but we were well pleased as we stepped out into a cold drizzle to return to our car. We will return at least one more t

My husband and I dragged ourselves into Pino after a long, hot day of traipsing around Park Sans Souci. The smart red brick interior with white tablecloths looked inviting, but the weather was just too hot to sit inside, so we asked to be seated on the patio. Our waiter suggested an aperitif of prosecco mit apfel, and I liked mine so much that the two of us proceeded to drink six of them over the next delightful two hours. I can't deny that the drinks probably had some bearing on my memory of the evening, but I *can* safely say that this was the best Italian food that I have eaten in a very long time. Our waiter, a pleasant and helpful young man from Kosovo, suggested the antipasto platter, which comprised different grilled vegetables, sun-dried tomatoes, and a bit of tuna carpaccio. It was quite tasty, and raised our hopes for the rest of the meal. For my main course I ordered tortelloni with truffles and my husband had the rump steak with wine sauce. He enjoyed his steak, but the tortelloni was definitely the star of the evening. The pasta, al dente and filled with what seemed to be parmesan cheese, sat in a bit of light cream sauce dotted with shaved truffles. A dish like this in the States would typically have too much cheese, in too much of a too-heavy sauce, with too many mushrooms. But this dish had perfect amounts of everything -- so perfect that my husband, a.k.a. Mr. Variety, actually regretted not having ordered the same thing as I had. When it came time for dessert, Mr. Variety made the unusual move of declining my request to share one. The waiter, insisting that we needed some chocolate mousse despite our stated preference for an almond cake and a mascarpone/strawberry concoction that I had spied on my way to the ladies' room, brought my husband both the almond cake and a bit of the mousse. As we had now come to expect, everything was fantastic. So was the cappuccino that we had ordered despite our stomachs' growing protestations. By this time we were g