In a shameful November day, how do you not think of the Carducci poem when you enter the Centimolo? A burning outbreak, Steven's very heartily welcome is a great prelude to taste hot bread with sauces and cheese, and then pasta and then... just! The very abundant portions do not allow you to go further. A sweet, a coffee and a taste of the household drink of anorchic apple are all coroners; and when you have paid a reasonable bill, you're going to be fully satisfied.