I never used to enjoy going out for Italian food. What a waste of time and money! I would huff. I can make pasta at home too!
Well, yes, I could. But over the years I have conceded that carby comforts can be done to a finesse that I, annoying and complainy foodie, would never be able to achieve. Blah blah worth the money going out blah blah. Shut up your faces.
I do like Campagnolo a lot. Have you been there? It’s on Main Street, hidden behind a rather inconspicuous door, but it’s definitely not hidden from the hungry hordes that line up here each night. The fanbase is overwhelming, and for good reason.
Don’t go there hungry. You have to be prepared to wait if you want to eat at a reasonable hour.
There are some more tables in the back and one very cool lit up bar.
The crispy ceci (“che-chee”: chickpeas) on the left are absolutely wonderful. I have ordered it twice and unfailingly it is crunchy, savory, a little acidic, and with a bite of leafy greens… very enjoyable. On the right is chicken liver pate with crostini, also very enjoyable. I ended up inhaling most of it because apparently other people are not big fans of chicken liver.
Another of my faves: cannelloni with roasted eggplant, sausage, fennel, fior di latte. Oh dear. This is definitely something I can’t replicate at home and enjoyed immensely.