I just came back from Rome yesterday with my wife and had the good fortune of eating here on the last night of our trip. Like other reviewers have noted, this restaurant is the epitome of romance. There are only 6 or 8 tables in a small space tucked down an alley just off Corso Vittorio Emmanuele II. The entire interior is lit with only candles, lending an almost mystical atmosphere. Exposed brick walls, empty wine bottles doubling as candlestick holders, the iron circular staircase and other touches make it feel a bit as if you've stepped into someone's living room in the 15th century. A beautiful soundtrack of Sarah Vaughn was playing on the speakers in quiet tones.
Our waiter was a very eager young man who greeted us warmly and professionally with a glass of Prosecco. We ordered two glasses of the house red (though there is an impressive wine list) which was delicious. The decanting of the wine was a spectacle, with our waiter playing sommelier as he twirled the wine to aerate it and even heated it over a candle to bring out the aroma. I tasted it (delicious) and our night was off to a great start.
The menu is small (perhaps 4 to 5 choices each of appetizers, prima and secondi plates), but every item was homemade. Even the bread basket was filled with homemade bread that the chef had prepared.
We started with the meat and cheese platter which was served for two but was easily enough for four. We had five different varieties of ham and salami as well as five different varieties of cheese served in thick slices and rectangular slivers. There was sheep's milk cheese, raw cow milk, goat milk, etc... with tastes of grass, black truffle and cream. They gave us a kiwi fruit chutney and a mild curry chutney, both of which paired perfectly with the cheese and meats.
The next dish we had was a shared plate of riccota stuffed gnocchi served in a pear and walnut cream sauce. It was heaven on a plate. The gnocchi were pillows of flavor with the cream sauce perfectly complementing the riccota cheese. Most cream sauces in the states are heavy, but this seemed remarkably light and flavorful. We both had entrees coming, so we did not finish all the gnocchi (it was a very large portion), but we kicked ourselves on the flight back for not eating it all.
For entrees, my wife had the fillet of beef served in a brown cream sauce and I had the fillet of pig served in a white cream sauce over truffled potatoes. Don't be frightened by the cream sauces, they're not like they are in the states. They were very light. The smell of the truffles filled the area around my plate and it was a wonderful highlight to the small slices of perfectly cooked pork. The potatoes were not quite mashed but not quite hard, and it was a pleasure to eat them. I found myself sopping up the cream sauce with some of the homemade bread and my wife and I were very happily stuffed.
Incidentally, my wife's beef was 'perfect' (her words) and while she normally shares her dishes with me, she offered up nothing as she wanted to have it all to herself!
When the waiter, who had been exceptional in his service, came to ask about dessert and/or drinks, I declined him. We had eaten too much and couldn't have another bite. I did ask for some Frangelico, having just seen Fra Angelico's tomb that afternoon, but they didn't have any. He offered Grappa, which we declined. He went into the kitchen, for what I assumed was the bill and my wife and I spent a few moments finishing our water and gushing over the wonderful meal.
When the waiter returned, he had small appertif glasses in his hand and a bottle of aged Grappa. He insisted we try it and said it would help with our digestion. We couldn't refuse such a gracious gesture and we did try the Grappa. It had a slightly bronze color and tasted very much like whisky to me. A few moments later, a woman appeared from the kitchen, evidently the owner?, and insisted we try the strawberry mousse which the chef had just prepared. We tried to refuse but she was persuasive and so they brought it out to us. It was a revelation! The mousse was light and airy and the strawberry taste was fresh and not at all cloying or overly sugary. Most impressively, the Proseccon, Grappa and Mousse were all free to us and we were greatly taken with the gesture and hospitality shown.
After lingering a bit longer (the whole meal was nearly three hours but it felt shorter), we paid our bill and got up to leave. Our waiter was in the kitchen at the moment and when he saw us in the doorway, he rushed over to shake our hand and thank us for coming.
I've eaten in every big name restaurant in New York City and quite a few overseas as well. Hands down, this is one of the top three dining experiences of my life. The ambience, food and service all blended seamlessly to create the perfect dining experience. Run, don't walk, to eat here. read more