I walk past Trattoria Nerone daily, eyeing off its menu, as it’s about halfway along the street from the hostel. They promise a ‘beautiful private terrace’ and it is. Private and candlelit, pity it’s still very hot even at 8:30pm. White wine is on its way and I’m adding to the carb heaven I’ve had here so far. Risotto alla Zafferano (Saffron Risotto) served in a cheesy saffron pappadum style shell with a little silver pot of grated parmesan for sprinkling. Whereas pasta should be cooked al dente (to the tooth), risotto is meant to all’onda (wavy, or flowing in waves). And it is. Risotto is a welcome change for my bread weary body.
It’s my last night in Italy and the end of my Europe travels and I’m going out in style. After dinner I toddle over to Cafe Cuco where they have a sign up proclaiming “best tiramisu”. I like a dessert challenge. I pop in and buy a takeaway. “Will it last the 5 min walk home?” I asked. “Yes” he replied after a moment’s thought. “But not 6, definitely not 6”. Well this alcohol soaked sponge with chunks of bitter dark chocolate and cream was rich and incredible in flavour. They knew it too. Confidence is a quality Italians are not lacking.
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