La Prosciutteria In Siena

Alternative environment, excellent food and excellent tartare. Friendly and helpful owners. An equally special place not to be missed. Too bad the area is not so central but too particular not to visit

We took a platter of cured meats which is essentially an appetizer for 3 people €54 with sweet water and a glass of wine we spent almost €100 to eat cured meats in a plastic plate and sitting even uncomfortable is an enormity, the environment is nice even if it is not managed well, the brooms and the mop in the corridor should be removed, the service was a bit off but it is negligible, the real problem is the price in my opinion

This place marked the city of Siena for me... a charming place where they produce salami and wine. It has been in a family for several generations.

it's a wonderful little restaurant. the food was simply wonderful. the service excellent.

Excellent experience, super good tartares and salads, excellent wine, friendly and nice staff, beautiful location

SO good, and the coolest atmosphere. We visited this past November - The owner was outside chatting with us, and the sandwiches were delicious. Must try!! Il Classico was 10/10

Experimente porque vale a degustação. Ótima charcutaria num ambiente acolher, interessante e atendentes simpáticos.

Very good appetizers, you can tell the quality is very good and fresh. The bread seems a little hard, but everything else is very good. The price is good, but I'd say a bit pricey. We enjoyed it very much.

Wonderful experience!!!! Everything perfect!!! Characteristic place, quality products, very knowledgeable, smiling and kind staff. We had an aperitif and having enjoyed it, we returned after 2 hours for dinner. We highly recommend Prosciutteria di Siena Thanks guys, congratulations! Caterina and Mario

Cammino per le vie della città. Sono dentro le mura. Devo ficcare qualcosa dentro lo stomaco. Arranco attraverso vicoli fatti di ciottoli male illuminati. Non conosco nessuno. Scrivo a volevofareilpittore. Conosce i segreti di queste strade. Tartare. Dice. Devi provare la tartare. Arrivo davanti ad un locale. Ho prenotato un tavolo. Mi fanno accomodare. Ordino wagyu mentre james brown sputa fuori dalle casse un vecchio soul. E della sua anima tutto viene intriso. I miei organi attraversano i secoli. La mia epiglottide si muove amplificata dai sapori insieme all'energia elettrostatica. Gli oggetti inanimati hanno vita propria. Ingoio. Cerco una poltrona comoda e inizio a scrivere. Qualcosa muove le mie dita pigre. Ingoio. Controllo la mia faccia attraverso lo specchio del bagno. Non riconosco la mia faccia. Qualcosa è cambiato. Forse ho solo dimenticato qualcosa. Ho riempito la memoria di carne giapponese selezionata. Ora sono diventato un pezzo di wagyu.