Pencils L. Zontini
Color E. Neviani
I grew up in Rome, 'wise in the art of cooking, but even more', in one of its most attractive 'historic inns and taverns. In the Prati district, a small paradise of the old historic Roman town where cobbled accompany the passage of tourists in small pedestrian streets, homes, mostly 'nineteenth century, guiding the eye in many facets of photographic expression, where the historic beauty merits of each individual brick routes weekly to share their daily life so 'unique and typically Roman, small inns and taverns sail on the street with their tables and their chairs strictly wood side by side.
I have lived for years, leaving the memory more 'alive in the shape of the host, with its grotesque ways, his speech with a strong Roman accent and his big hands on her apron, now become an example of instant painting and cooking in a homemade caciarona.
The kitchen is not 'less. In the last sortie of my new year, have helped to fill my stomach with a trio risotto with asparagus, spinach and ricotta tortellini , weed sausage , thread classic soft and tasty fries at will ', classic slices of beef and much more in the buffet. I would say packed and happy.