Pasta. Emila Romagna and Tuscay, Italy
September 2021
Pasta. The epitome of Italy. Having spent 5 days hiking across the Apennine mountains on the Via Degli Dei, a big bowl of homemade pasta with a rustic sauce was even more gratefully received than usual. And I love the way there is so much more to pasta than initially meets the eye, with both the shape and the sauce being traditionally specific to a region, the shape designed to optimally hold that particular sauce.
We ate a lot of pasta over our week of hiking, in fact, we
had pasta every night. And despite every
restaurant being a totally different style to the others, in every one I could
taste the passion and TLC stirred in by the cook.
In Bologna, head north of the main train station to the edgy
Bolognina suburb where you will find just as many homely trattorias as ethnic
eateries. Trattoria de Via Serra caught
our eye, seemingly blending vibe with homeliness, but sadly it was fully
booked. We landed on our feet though,
stumbling across the unassuming Le Golosità Di Nonna Aurora Bologna on an
unremarkable street, right opposite the former fruit and vegetable market, now
an iconic building. The lasagne was
excellent, the bolognaise sauce juicy and full of flavour, and I particularly
enjoyed the local vibe, away from the tourist crowds.
One day in to our hike, and still in the Emilia-Romagna
region, we spent the night in the hamlet of Badolo. As there is only one restaurant, by default we
ended up at Antica Hostaria Rocca Di Badolo, where the friendly staff
did their utmost to squeeze us in on a night where the majority of the
restaurant was taken up with a party. Gramigna,
small pasta curls, originate from the region and are served classically with
sausage, mushrooms and plenty of parmesan, producing a rich, earthy and
satisfying dish in a cosy atmosphere, reminiscent of a ski chalet. They also serve Birrifico Petroniano's craft beers, brewed just down the road in Sasso Marconi, which we walked through earlier in the day. I highly recommend the Amelia porter, surprisingly light for a dark beer and very drinkable after a day's hiking!
By the time we had hiked our way across the regional border
to Tuscany, we were in the home of pappardelle and wild boar ragu. After a crazy tennis ball sized hail storm
destroyed the roof and all the windows of our beautiful hotel (yes really, but
I won’t go in to that now), we ended up at La Locanda di Bivigliano, in the
village of the same name, and were treated to bowls of the most delicious
homemade pappardelle tossed with this rich, succulent ragu.
Find La Locanda on Via della Fittaccia.
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