Our table
Three generations, one wood oven, and a rule about elbows.
Nonna Fico opened with eight tables and a promise: nobody leaves hungry, nobody leaves quiet. We still make the pasta by hand every morning, still light the oven at four, still argue about the ragu.
The menu is short because the market decides it. Come for two on a Tuesday or twelve on a Saturday — we'll push the tables together and pour something red.
— The Fico family