La Taverna della Rocca has the fragrance of my childhood Sundays: long tables and meals that resembled a ritual; the smell of dense meat sauce ai??i?? cooked slowly ai??i?? and of hand-rolled egg pasta that characterised the holiday; the smell of grilled meat. The only ai???eccentricityai??i?? here are the piade sfogliate grilled and served with wild herbs and local toma cheese (the house women are quite proud of them). An ode to dedication and simplicity.