Open, come in.

What a wonderful invitation, just like that, along the way. It’s open, we eat here, it’s lunch time. So, old fashioned, the “simple” way, without frills, trappings, appointments to get a reservation (like at the Doctor), online booking…. The old dear telephone is enough. It’s open. Let’s go in.

And it’s really open.

It’s winter, but the sun is shining. We eat outside. Soon it will be full of happy people and rightly with a good appetite.

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There are many who know this place. A sign that this is what people want: we still like the conviviality of the table, of “eating”, as they say in Tuscany, using a verb instead of a noun. Some food to eat.

This is still what people want: to go and eat. Without the need to be too elegant in dressing, or without the need to pretend to be experts in evaluating the chromatic nuances of a dish that reflect the nuances of flavor that match the historical period in which we live and with the tie of the one at the next table.

Don’t tell me you don’t like it, I don’t believe it. Don’t tell me that you don’t like “going out to eat” or that you don’t like having “eating on your plate”

The Maremma tortelloni are a must: it is the only first course on the list. Two fill the plate and satisfy a good part of the appetite. Especially if your stomach has first been tickled by a homemade giardiniera with just the right amount of vinegar.

The meal ends with a tart. Long live the tart!

A delight, a relief, a rest of the mind that does not have to force itself to acquire the aftertastes of the wine, but simply enjoy “eating”, being at the table.

Thanks to the Attortellati and to all those who know him and frequent him for an hour of eating happiness.