Mamma Roma

You'll find yourself on Antigua Street in the Old Town, walking into something that feels genuinely Roman rather than tarted-up for tourists. The room's got warmth without trying too hard—timber, soft lighting, the kind of backdrop where conversation actually matters. The pasta here isn't mucking about; they're doing the classics with proper technique and ingredient discipline. Wine list punches above its weight, and staff know their stuff without being annoying about it. It's bustling but never frantic, the sort of evening where you lose track of time over a plate of cacio e pepe.