Trattoria Fontana — the carbonara that ruined all other carbonara
A tiny family-run spot two blocks from the Pantheon that we almost walked past.
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We almost didn’t go in. The menu in the window was handwritten, half in Italian, and the place had exactly nine tables. That turned out to be the best decision we didn’t make.
What we ordered
Colin got the carbonara, obviously. Breann went for the cacio e pepe and a glass of the house white, which the owner poured while telling us about his granddaughter’s soccer game.
The verdict, in words
The pasta was the kind of thing you think about on the flight home. Service was warm but very Roman — you flag someone down or you sit there forever, which honestly we’ve decided is a feature.
Would we go back? We already have a reservation for our imaginary next trip.