The Trattoria is on the small piazza of Borzonasca, a village a little less than an hour inland from Chiavari. Our hosts for lunch live in Chiavari, and Stefania's mother spends her summers in the village in a home with terraced gardens, a home which has been in her father's family for more than a century. Stefania and Marco interacted with the staff—including the owner, nicknamed "Elvis," who prepared fresh pasta at a work-station in the dining room; all to say my intermediate Italian was not tested, and the choice of dishes was turned over to the restaurant, as Stefania and Marco suggested a "mixed lunch" of around a dozen dishes, which the four of us shared, a leisurely early afternoon meal.
There were fine familiars—the prosciutto and melon, the mortadella, the focaccia—and there were two dishes I remember best: a chestnut ravioli, and a kind of pesto-topped flatbread called "testaieu." Unsurprisingly, a vegetarian could do well here, in the hills away from the coast. It was my first experience of the classic experience of feeling full five or six courses into an eleven or twelve course meal.
The trattoria seats less than fifty, and you walk through a small pub to get to the dining room, which has windows looking on to the river.
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