A Roman friend’s recommendation
I was talking about the ghetto to a Roman friend, born and bred, and he said, ‘You must try crostata ricotta e visciole. They only make it in one bakery in the ghetto. It’s incredible.’ A little later, I asked him to show me where this bakery was. It’s on the corner of Via del Portico d’Ottavia and has no sign. It’s official name is Boccione.
And so, one Sunday morning—the ghetto being the Jewish quarter of Rome things are closed on Saturdays but open on Sundays—I paid a visit to Boccione and tried my first slice of the best cheesecake I’ve ever tasted.