Ragno D’oro

Ragna D’oro was a place that S found whilst we were in Rome.
 

 
It’s funny, when we’re in England S tends to leave the dining out options to me. I’ll usually get an “anywhere’s good”, an “I don’t mind” or a “wherever you want babe” when I ask where he’d like to go out for food.
 
Yet when we’re away, S takes on this whole different persona—one where he’s keen to sniff out new places to try. Maybe it’s because we were in Rome and maybe it’s because he had his own personal quest of eating all the pizza he possibly could, but either way… I wasn’t complaining!
 

 
We’d just finished hopping across the border to Vatican City for the day (more on that later!)  when S announced that he’d found where we were going for dinner—and that place was Ragno D’oro. The only problem was, was it wasn’t open for another few hours. You see, I was hungry and my feet were hurting (stupid plantar fasciitis) which is never a good combination! The restaurant was only a 20-minute walk away, so we decided to get some Cannoli to tide us over before heading off to enjoy some drinks in a nearby bar—which I won’t mention the name of because we ended up leaving after 30 minutes because apparently, even though we were told that somebody would be over to take our order, service didn’t exist there.
 
ANYWAY.
 
After chowing down on my very first cannoli, we made our way over to Ragno D’oro for dinner. Arriving literal minutes after they opened. (I know, I know – how keen?). But hey, we were hungry, they were open and I have no shame in my food desperation game!
 
The place was empty when we arrived—which was a combination of arriving as soon as they opened, and being in Rome where everyone tends to eat later—and we were able to get in without a reservation. Despite the unoccupied tables when we arrived, it didn’t feel empty in Ragno D’oro. With walls that were split between wood panelling and paint, the decor felt like going back to a friend’s parents house who decorated in the 80s. It was cosy, with uniform tables, arches in the architecture, drink stations in the centre and an atmosphere that felt like being in somebody’s home, more than a restaurant. A feeling which was further solidified by the staff, who were so incredibly friendly.
 
We started off our meal in Ragno D’oro with some antipasti.
 
Insalata Caprese con Bufala for me
 

 
Which is a simple dish, and one that I regularly enjoy but have never been blown away by. But then I took a bite of this, and  the tomatoes were so incredibly juicy and flavoursome that I actually caught myself saying “oh my god” whilst still eating it.
 
S had the carpaccio.
 

 
Thin slices of beef topped with rocket, thin shavings of cheese and a squeeze of lemon.
 
We shared the two, because sharing means you get two meals worth of flavours in one (win-win). and it was incredible. The beef all but melted in your mouth and was perfectly balanced against the sharp flavour of the cheese.
 
According to these pictures, we also had garlic bread. Which I don’t actually remember ordering, but garlic? Love. Bread? Love. So it doesn’t surprise me that we had a side of carbs alongside!
 
After that, it was time for our mains.
The menu at Ragno D’oro had various Roman classics, such as Carciofo alla Giudia on the menu. But I couldn’t decide what to order because calories are currency and I have a fear of spending them on the wrong thing. I decided to ask the host what he’d recommend and after asking me sort of flavours I wanted and dish I was looking for, recommended I try the Polpette Della casa al Pomodoretto.
 

 
Meatballs? Pah.
I have meatballs at home all the time I thought.
But then they came, and I tasted them, and I realised that saying I had meatballs at home all the time is like comparing a croissant from a supermarket to one that’s fresh from a bakery in France.
 
The sauce was rich with tomato in a way that wasn’t too sweet, like many sauces can be, and it clung to the spaghetti like I cling to warm clothes in winter.
 

 
S had the Abbacchio al Forno con Patate, a baked lamb dish served across Rome in Easter. The recipe varies form family to family, but the Ragno D’oro version was flavoured with garlic, rosemary and white wine, and served alongside crispy potatoes.
 
Our entire meal was delicious, and incredible value for money. We didn’t have room for pudding and instead sat and chilled, watching impressed as the tables that surrounded us went full Italian and ate like it was their last meal. Dishes upon dishes came out to the tables, salads and pastas to start before more pasta and baked goods as mains. It was impressive, and as I sat there watching I made a mental note to myself, that one day I want to enjoy a traditional Italian feast.
 
After that, we bid farewell to Ragno D’oro, jumped on the metro and walked back to the hotel. Ready to get some sleep for the next set of adventures!

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Have you ever been to Ragno D’oro in Rome?
Let me know in the comments!