Published on August 10th, 2017 | by Ann Rickard


Beware the Florentine Steak.

In Italy when it comes to trattorias, what you first see is not always what you get.

A modest place with just a few tables and chairs outside its entrance often looks uninviting. But, as we have learnt, first impressions are never right in Italy, and there is often much more behind the humble façade of a small eatery.

The humble trattoria belies what is inside

Our first discovery came in Volterra, the ancient hilltop town in Tuscany where the ruins date back to Etruscan times.

We could find only pizzerias as we searched for dinner, walking on ancient paving-stones along a maze of narrow streets flanked by handsome old buildings.

We stood outside the small and unpretentious place on the on the Via Ricciarelli, reading the pizza menu along with a sign that said ‘fresh rooms inside’ and decided every place was going to be the same in this lovely Tuscan town. We entered.

The inside was even more modest than the outside and our expectations were at ground level. But the cheerful waiter presented us with a list of pasta, fish and meat dishes along with the obligatory pizzas, and a half litre of excellent house wine .

“What a surprise,” we said and ordered pici, a local pasta like fat spaghetti, along with a Florentine steak…but not before a pizza to start things off.

Pici pasta is typical of the region.

Out came a pizza that could have fed a small country: wafer-thin base and dazzling with its colourful topping of tomato, basil, rocket and a gooey cheese called stracchini.

Now that’s a pizza.

A man in a blue singlet spoke loudly into his telephone at a table behind us, but even that did not detract from the mouth-watering magnificence of the pizza.

Beware the Florentine steak.

No-one had warned us about the Florentine steak so we gaped as half a cow came out hanging over a large plate. The Queen of Meat, a Florentine steak comes from animals fed on grass in a small region outside Florence. It is usually served in an enormous size (ours weighed 1.5 kilos) char-grilled over coals, and usually shared between about 8-10 people. We had no idea of this when we ordered, expecting a modest steak for one, but we manned-up and ploughed through the deliciously tender meat.

Almost through it.

After we sat back with bulging bellies, I asked the waiter to show me the ‘fresh rooms’ and he took me downstairs where one splendid stone dining room led to another and yet another and then another, all down ancient steps and through stone arches beneath elegant domed ceilings.

One room led to another and then another and then….

“These rooms have been excavated from ruins that are more than 1600 years old,” the waiter told me as he led me back up steps worn shiny with age. “We dine down here in the winter.”

Back upstairs, reeling from the ancient wonder of it, the waiter said, ‘let me introduce you to the owner, he owns the whole building.’ It was our loud man in the blue singlet.

Sausages drying in dark recesses.

The next day in the beguiling hilltop town of Montepulciano it was more enchanting discovery when we awkwardly straddled low wooden benches at one of just a few small tables outside a tiny hole-in-the-wall osteria and ordered a bottle of the local Nobile wine to eat with nettle gnocchi. (Gnocchi made with nettles? Yes, and delicious.)

The discoveries keep on coming in the small trattorias.

After a last splash of the Nobile, we went inside the osteria looking for the loo and discovered yet more antiquity, as stone arches led us through dining rooms, and steps took us down dim corridors that morphed into rooms filled with curtains of air-drying sausages, and then on to a wine cellar stacked floor to ceiling and then down to a medieval well sunk into the earth, its deep depths now safely covered to just a metre below the surface, where rounds ofyellow cheeses hung to mature.

The ancient well put to good use, maturing cheeses.

All that culinary wonder inside a hole-in-the-wall eatery.

We have weeks more yet in Italy, and never again will we judge an eatery by its cover.

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About the Author

is a Noosa (Australia) local and author of six successful books, all humorous travel narratives. In 2005 Ann won the prestigious ASTW’s Australian Travel Writer of the Year and in 2007 she won the ASTW Travel Book of the Year. Ann takes a culinary tour to the South of France in June every year . Ann writes travel, dining and columns for the Sunshine Coast Daily and is the Life editor of the Noosa News. Ann also maintains a well read and popular blog site. Ann’s travels have seen her explore cuisines all over the world.

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