The drive there was, to say the least, a bit of an adventure in the dark. There were times when we regularly question the sanity of some of my 'off the beaten track' cuisine choices. I certainly did as we were driving there.
However, all doubts soon melted away.
This was the type of family restaurant that I came to Italy to see. Mum was in the kitchen. Dad is the boss and owner. Grandpa was the previous owner. The son Ubaldo and his fiancee(?) (sorry, my Italian is a bit 'poco poco') worked the floor. Friendly truffle-seeking doggies out the front. Everyone was nice and very patient.
The black truffle (typical of Umbria) rained like there was no tomorrow. And it was very VERY good value (I'm not going to write down the price so you can't hold this nice family to it).
We live in a truffle producing region in Australia and it is not very common to see truffle rain like this on a plate. Usually it is: 1) when I know the owners of a restaurant, 2) when I've paid a truck load of ducats at an uber fine dining temple of gastronomy, or 3) when I cook myself at home (we have a tradition in our house of buying a fist-sized truffle at the beginning of every season).
However, it was actually the dish with the least quantity of truffles - the fonduta (or fondue) - that really allowed the truffle to shine. After all, fat carries flavour best.
Make sure you check out the wine that was bottled especially for Da Baffone. Again, exceptional value.
Dinner was such good value, I felt bad when I paid the bill. Like I shortchanged a nice family.
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