Within these ancient and ruined walls, you'll find Rome, the Rome of yesteryear.
Rome, the Pope, the serenades, and the outings outside the city.
Rome, which Belli left it written, Pinelli engraved and drew.
Here, you'll find the most sincere people who call a spade a spade and wine, wine, with Roman words, the true speech of every good Trasteverino.
In the evening, when the sun has set, the mature man goes to the tavern to drink his hard-earned glass, spending a few hours in joy.
While the strong and handsome young men sing to the girls the stornelli.
Then there are the woodpeckers, beautiful dark ones, who look like queens of beauty. Even in silence, they speak of love, because their gaze is a sweetness.
Walking through the streets of this neighborhood, I feel the heart of a Roman in my chest, while a song comes to mind, which then slowly comes out of my mouth.
That which tells many Cispadane people,
...let us pass.. we are Romans!
"I wanted to celebrate true Roman cuisine at La Canonica!"