List is short and when there's nothing left, that's it.
Walking menù is the daughter of Mr. Morandi, otherwise known as "Eppe", she tells what the kitchen has to offer, ticks the choice off the list and places your order.
Try the Stinco di maiale, pork's leg, slowly roasted accompanied by hand cut chips, what yanks call fries.
My wine is the local house wine, known as Nostranello.
In spring the goat kid liver is something to travel for, first in gets it, the rest must wait to next time.
Open from Thursday to Sunday, thus is most possibly one of the last real local eateries, avoiding pasta or pizza on their charts.
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