abbacchio

Yesterday my friends and I went to Frascati, a town in the Castelli Romani just southeast of Rome, to indulge in a traditional Easter lunch of coratella, pecorino, and abbacchio. We ate at Peccato di Gola, a place I found by doing an internet search for fixed price Easter menus. I was immediately intrigued by their website’s English page and its promises of “tagliatelle to the rag├╣ tartufato white man”, “lamb to the scottadito one” and “the chest of goose filled with smoke”. With translations like that, English speaking tourists are clearly not a priority, a very good sign.

For Easter they had a menu fisso for a very moderate 30 euros including antipasto (hard boiled egg, bruschetta with artichokes and lamb innards, pecorino, and salumi), 2 primi (canneloni and gnocchi with wild boar ragu), secondo (abbacchio alla cacciatora), dolce (2 actually – la colomba and torta di pasqua), coffee, amaro, and unlimited wine and water. Considering 30 euros buys you fritti, pizza, and 2 beers in Rome, this meal was the deal of the century. We will definitely return for smoke filled goose chest very soon.