Nice Life BioBistrot is a classic case of ‘does what it says on the tin’. During my sojourn in this wonderful restaurant, everything was nice. This might be on account of being in my parents’ company. An all too rare phenomenon now I live alone. Those of you blessed with excessive youth are not aware of your luck.
Our first course, which I managed to photograph before it was torn to shreds, consisted of a taglio misto. Those two words are among my favourite in the Italian language. This one was no exception. I spent a great deal of its presence on the table talking. When I looked down, there was nothing left. So I can but vicariously tell you of its magnificence.
Next, the main course was a true treat.
I had my wonderful amatriciana. As I have mentioned before and shall mention to no end again, this is my favourite dish in the world. Naturally for my first meal in Rome after 5 months away, this had to be my choice.
Mother went for the gnocchi gricia.
This is the second of four staple Roman dishes. Each of which are suffused with flavour and deeply satisfying. This dish was no exception. NiceLife uses only fresh ingredients and enhanced this particular dish with crema al pistacchio, which is not something I had seen hitherto. Father tried the Filetto di cinta senese con funghi. This was by far the standout dish of the entire meal. It grieves me that I was unable to show you a photograph. You’ll just have to imagine it. A sort of Tuscan pork fillet and mushroom amalgamation, presented in medallion which just exploded with flavour. I was deeply impressed.
un secondo piatto d’effetto che vi conquisterà per il gusto ed il profumo intenso di sottobosco.
Dessert consisted of a Pastafillo pere e cioccolato and a limoncelo sorbet. Both are pictured above and both were stunning. My sorbet was especially rich and creamy, yet surprisingly refreshing. The Pastafillo was consumed so quickly, I did not have the chance to taste it. If you’d like to know the secret behind the flavour of this dessert, you have two options. Either go to Cipro, Rome, and taste it yourselves, or ask my mother. Personally, I’m unsure which is more terrifying a prospect.