Pecorino

Tucked away in Rome’s Testaccio neighborhood, Pecorino feels like stepping into a relative’s dining room—one you didn’t know you had. White tablecloths dress every table, but don’t let that fool you into thinking this is a stuffy affair. Family photos line the walls, and the waitstaff, many of whom have been working here for decades, bring equal parts professionalism and playful banter to the experience.

The kitchen delivers generous portions of Roman classics done right. Their carbonara arrives silky and rich, while the maltagliati con carciofi showcases handmade irregular pasta ribbons tangled with garlic-kissed artichokes and shaved pecorino. These aren’t reinvented dishes—they’re the kind of recipes that have been perfected over generations and served without pretense.

Lunch here is particularly special, when the pace slows and conversation flows as freely as the wine. It’s the kind of place where you linger over your meal, savoring both the food and the company. When dessert comes around, the zabaione cake is worth every calorie—airy, sweet, and satisfyingly eggy in all the right ways.

Whether you’re looking for a relaxed Sunday meal, somewhere to take visiting parents, or simply craving authentic Roman cooking in a welcoming atmosphere, Pecorino delivers. This is the Italy you came looking for—unpretentious, delicious, and genuinely warm.