I have fond memories of this small restaurant called Il Pergola in Frascatti , Rome where the cheese are freshly rolled into a ball and wine comes from a family owned vineyard with not even the slightest label or age marker. Where bottles of limoncello hang randomly on the awnings and where an accordion player barges in for a song. And I haven't even started talking about food. Homemade gnocchi with fresh ground peppercorns and an entree of veal with some kind of magic sauce.
At Danielle's Casa Mia, it was like Frascatti all over again. Minus the accordion player.
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