I’ve had the great pleasure of dining at Cammillo, the trattoria just south of the Ponte Santa Trinita, in Florence pretty much every time I’ve been in the city since my first trip to Italy in 1979.
It has never disappointed, not once. My first excursion there was with a date who wanted to impress, and impress he did. I never dine there without thinking of Eli. He was very gallant.
I love the location, the ambience and the history behind the restaurant almost as much as the food. The current owner’s grandfather, Camillo, opened the trattoria in 1945. When the first sign he ordered for his new restaurant arrived with his name misspelled, he couldn’t afford a new sign, so he kept it.
Under this misspelled sign, he blended Bolognese and Tuscan dishes for the construction crews who were at work rebuilding the bridges and palaces destroyed by the Nazis at the end of the war. Today the family farm in Tuscany provides the trattoria with many of the fresh ingredients used to prepare the dishes served.
Cammillo was where I first tasted bistecca fiorentina, grilled to absolute perfection and topped with freshly squeezed lemon juice. Once you try it, you can never go back!
It seems I’m not the only one who loves Cammillo. Mimi Sheraton, writer for the New York Times, wrote that she dined at Cammillo each time she visited Florence from 1953. Who can blame her?
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