Leave your branded clothes at home, hide your mobile phones and if you really want to have fun, invite a toffee-nosed friend to the Trattoria alla Casareccia: in the span of one evening, he will see all his obtuse beliefs about Milanese restaurants drop. Mr. Franco, originally from Sila, is watching the game and welcomes with a bit of mistrust these four young people who show up at a quarter to ten. No discourtesy – for goodness sake – it’s just a blood type. Luckily his daughter still wants to feed us and so we sit down. The kitchen is “casareccia” (homemade), the recipes are those that cook the grandmothers and mothers that the whole world envies (with ups and downs). Lasagne, pasta and beans, pasta and broccoli, pork chops, stuffed peppers, chicken roast, boiled meats… and, exaggerating, the Calabrian appetizers (salami, coppa, anchovies, pickled vegetables, rosamarina). With several liters of red of the house, grappa and coffee you could exceed 15 euros…

Translated by @silaskin