We arrived in Naples excited to taste the difference between Roman cuisine and the southern cuisine of Naples. So we headed to Hosteria Toledo just two rights and a left from our hotel. This is a restaurant that has been around since the 1950s. The small, bustling dining room is draped with checkered tablecloths and attended by a no nonsense woman who knows her job.
When our clams arrived we noticed something that we hadn’t seen in Rome–GARLIC! While the food in Rome was delicious and refined, reflecting Rome, this dish and the others we ordered reflected Naples: loud, boisterous and bursting forth with flavor.
I couldn’t resist pork braised in tomato sauce. This was a dish that my mom would make twice a month. When I took my first bite it was ingesting my heritage and what a tender sweet legacy it was. I knew I was home.