Est. 1964Every dish
Every dish
tells a story
In 1964, a young woman named Rosa left her small kitchen in Bari with nothing but a suitcase of recipes written in her mother’s hand and a wooden rolling pin older than anyone could remember.
She opened a tiny trattoria on a quiet street corner, and word spread the way it does when the food is honest — slowly, then all at once. Neighbors became regulars. Regulars became family. The orecchiette was the same recipe her nonna made, and her nonna before that.
Sixty years later, the rolling pin still sits in the kitchen. The recipes haven’t changed. The pasta is still pulled by hand every morning. And the door is always open for anyone who arrives hungry and leaves feeling like they belong.
“If you eat at my table, you are my family.”— Nonna Rosa
