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This is the best restaurant in the ghetto - amazing artichokes when in season, delicious handmade fettucine with cacio e pepe AND ricotta, delicious a…
Shane Eaton
Sora Margherita
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Posto rinomato, conferma la sua fama. Si mangia bene anzi molto bene. Menu tipico. Abbiamo avuto la fortuna di capitare a pranzo in infrasettimanale e…
Manfredi Arioti
Sora Margherita
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So, this was my favourite restaurant experience in Rome. It ticked all the boxes for authenticity, eccentricity, value and heart… it allowed me to try…
Andy Quan
Sora Margherita
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3 Reviews on “Sora Margherita”
This is the best restaurant in the ghetto – amazing artichokes when in season, delicious handmade fettucine with cacio e pepe AND ricotta, delicious agnolotti in ragu. The place is small and cramped, but that just adds to the appeal of an authentic roman trattoria.
Posto rinomato, conferma la sua fama. Si mangia bene anzi molto bene. Menu tipico. Abbiamo avuto la fortuna di capitare a pranzo in infrasettimanale e il locale era non affollatissimo. Gli spazi sono piccoli e se al completo si sta stretti! Prezzi alti. Ripeto si mangia bene, si spende un po sopra l atteso. Nel complesso consigliato.
So, this was my favourite restaurant experience in Rome. It ticked all the boxes for authenticity, eccentricity, value and heart… it allowed me to try a few new dishes, and yup, I adored this place, that was recommend by a colleague (thanks Nihan!). I also found it hilarious that as we sat down, the very tough and no nonsense waitress was scolding a table of (I think) Scandinavians near us who had ordered a deep-fried artichoke and had left the best part, the heart. She cut into it, stuck a fork into it and waved it under the mouths of each of the designers. The women, frightened, refused, but the man in their party ate a heart off the fork, to cheers all around. It was the second time I’d seen the wait staff or managers of a restaurant schooling foreigners on how to eat Italian food, in a forceful manner.