Trattoria Monari In Marzabotto

Let me be clear: this place is unlike any other. I've been going there since I was a child, and now I drop by every x years, when I can; I live far away now, unfortunately. And it's still the same, so don't be surprised by the decor, which hasn't changed since the '70s, the phone that doesn't work, or the fact that they don't even have a POS terminal, as they don't have internet coverage. It's a journey back in time, when people ate authentic, locally sourced food and no one cared about the decor or the presentation, only the quality of the food. A true Apennine mountain trattoria, perhaps the last one that hasn't pompously become a farmhouse, a resort, or something else entirely. I stopped by unexpectedly with six colleagues last week; the elderly managers were almost frightened when I told them there were seven of us, and no, we hadn't booked. We quickly agreed on tagliatelle and crescentine for everyone, water, wine. Everything was exceptional: the pasta, the ragù, the cured meats and cheeses, the onions... for 26 euros each. Ortichino, offered on the house. My colleagues couldn't believe places like this still exist; they were amazed. Please go with the right spirit, forget about 2025, and eat as if you were in 1975. Monari is a time machine; there aren't many left, it's worth it!