Lo Stinco In Posta

Pleasantly familiar environment. Super generous portions. The best, the tagliatelle alla griscia, I hope written well, nothing short of exceptional. The meat very good. Price more than fair. I declare the lady a "heritage of humanity".

Journey of hope with a really dilapidated truck and with a retired companion in a state of constant agitation. On the way back, when the anxiety had subsided, we were struck by a very dangerous pang of hunger, thanks to the mountain breeze and the constant changes in altitude. My retired companion remembered this place where he had eaten years before: "it's a lady who cooks at home". We wander around a bit to find the lady but nothing, I launch myself into the navigator and find various names but the answer from my retired companion is always the same: "no the name is too refined it can't be", as soon as I mention "the shin" the my companion says: "yes let's go". We spot from afar what we think might be the lady's husband, we urge him with: "can we eat?!?" And he: "Here we always eat". Parking in front of a beautiful, ancient source. Once you enter, the tablecloths bought on postalmarket immediately catch your eye and a room that exudes history on all sides, you immediately feel at home. We sit next to a Nordica stove, which at least will have burned the entire Amazon forest, always kept at maximum power by the owner of the house and immediately sublimates all the efforts of the day. My retired companion, obsessed with tripe he tried years before, does nothing but repeat to the lady "I want tripe" while we were trying to order and so to break the deadlock I say to the lady: "do it yourself". Excellent choice, a tray immediately arrives with coppa and ham of excellent quality with pleasant hints of orange, bruschetta made on the fly with garlic (very powerful, I made people run away for days, so a very positive thing), wine red and sparkling water. The tripe that had been advertised to me for hours did not disappoint: a nice text that normal people would consume in 4, spicy and not too rinsed and the broccoli that accompanied it was also spicy. The very bitter gentian did nothing but confirm that the lunch was not suitable for delicate palates and was also greatly appreciated. The sets of all different dishes, the kindness of the lady and the food made me feel truly at home, thank you for everything. Fortunately my retired companion fell asleep after lunch.

Environment from other times.. We eat typical Roman cuisine. Optimal

A classic village dive with very generous portions, for the place, prices a little over the top. Without infamy and without praise.

The food is very good and Mrs Mimma is a treasure

Characteristic and familiar environment, homemade food cooked like our grandmothers did. Exceptional fried dumplings and cutlets