The menu.

We cook what this city cooks: pasta rolled in the morning, farro from the hills, oil from the plain.

From the pass.

Several dishes set out together on a dark table
Everything out at once, the way a family table looks.
A plate being finished by hand at the pass
The pass at eight o'clock; nothing leaves until it is right.
Fresh pasta in a bowl in low light
Pasta, rolled and cut in the morning.
Tiramisu on a slate plate
Tiramisù, made in the morning and left to settle.