Purtroppo for us, the excellent Da Pietro was not open on the Sunday we strolled by. I have many wonderful memories of this hostaria that I frequented (on special occasions) when I lived nearby in the 1980s. Wild strawberry risotto. Fettucine with cream and cheese and shavings of white truffle. Spinach gnocchi, which one Egyptian colleague dubbed “little poems.” Alas, no poetry on this visit. Next time. I was happy to see that it was still in business, thriving no doubt.
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