Lu Focaro - FERMO

We were not expecting such high quality food. It was delicious and the service was prompt, attentive and courteous. read more We were not expecting such high quality food. It was delicious and the service was prompt, attentive and courteous.

My husband and I liked everything. Food is great, the place is romantic and beautiful. An original restaurant run in the most valuable way. read more My husband and I liked everything. Food is great, the place is romantic and beautiful. An original restaurant run in the most valuable way.

The beautiful B&B Torre di Palme is inside a brickstone restored medioeval building. It opens up on a small cozy squarefacing the see.. this place is very roman... read more The beautiful B&B Torre di Palme is inside a brickstone restored medioeval building. It opens up on a small cozy squarefacing the see.. this place is very romantic and perfect for a getaway or a walk in a small old town.. The restaurant Lu Fucarò is delicious and intimate... on the first and basement floors of the B&B building. You enter and find the bar with a huge fireplace and armchairs to enjoy the warmth. Then get into the dining room, with beautiful cross vaults and brickstones. Upstairs one more dining room. Terracotta tiles and beautiful details enrich the atmosphere and makes it feel cozy and homely.. The owner is friendly and welcomes you with all his suggestions. When you arrive, first thing they serve you a basket of focaccias and breads and a small plastic bag containing the famous Olive all'ascolana (deep fried olives in breadcrumb filled with mincemeat.. Appetizers selection is delicious and contains the best hams and cheese in town, together with special zucchini and potatoes chopped and fried.. For pasta of the day, get suggestions from the owner as they're all delicious...also the barbecued veal with turnip greens is extremely nice. Keep room for desserts: they have all local desserts kept in glass jars that bring to your table together with coffee or wine. Exquisite the small doughnut with fennel seeds, or the cornflakes and raisins cookies, or the meringues or caramellized orange rind... It is a place to enjoy the local food, relaxing, romantic and cozy..perfect also for a getaway in the upstairs B&B

Unparalleled TORRE DI PALME, Lu Focaro’ Here, in Torre di Palme, the red bricks of the village tell of celebrities who, more or less discreetly, seem to freque... read more Unparalleled TORRE DI PALME, Lu Focaro’ Here, in Torre di Palme, the red bricks of the village tell of celebrities who, more or less discreetly, seem to frequent the restaurant. A few bricks, more inclined to betray the secret, have whispered in the attentive and curious ear of those who know how to listen and see, some illustrious names, citing anecdotes in exchange, however, for confidentiality. A word that for the traveler still faithful to professional ethics, and even more faithful to ancient values ​​such as that of the given word, would never break to put on his head the laurel of I know something you don 't know, you can 't know. The red parades close to the tables, chairs, and tablecloths under the eyes of those who, for a moment, are distracted by that silent passage. The traveler, careful where he puts his wheels and mirrors, feels them, those eyes somewhere between annoyed and amazed. His, the traveler 's, is a mandatory passage to reach the coveted abode to disembark for the night. But to store with certainty of finding three premium cameras, six super bright lenses useful for stars and moons, merchandise he certainly wouldn 't leave in some parking lot outside the walls. And to sleep in the car... well, no way. A night that the traveler already smells of memories, tears, and blood. Why Donald Duck will write about it later. A traveler who, while waiting for the darkest hours of August nights, would like to indulge in the delicacies spoken of by the faithful brick. So, now walking alongside the walls belonging to the faithful brick, those of the church of why even this cross? (Temple of Sant 'Agostino, IN Torre di Palme), he prepares for a sweet dinner. Alone. The terrace is full. The terraces below are packed with people bustling about satisfying their taste buds. A cheeky classic: Polo shirt, Bermuda shorts, flip flops. I 'm working, not formal. In keeping with other summer attires already settled. I would never insult a place with INappropriate attire. She, the charismatic and austere Hostess, notices. Have you had dinner? I was hoping to be as little of a hindrance as possible, I understand the moment. Come with me. I had noticed since the morning, early afternoon—I don 't remember exactly—the Hostess 's strength when, through divine intercession, etc., she then took me to a certain terrace. I was in awe, confirmed later by the sight of her busy preparing the tables for the dinner guests. A skillful balance of shapes, flowers, colors. This means that even before sitting down and sampling the dishes, the table itself is an invitation to enter a dimension different from the average restaurant, even if it 's a luxury one. Something similar happened to me, accompanied at the time, in Ischia. A dive into the Bourbon past, also made of hierarchies and deference. Of aromas and flavors. What do you think you 've read? The layout draws an L. At the intersection, a table. Perfect for a single person. A single person who loves to observe, reflect, understand. The smile of the woman who arrives to explain how to accommodate the traveler 's desires, her professionalism, her kindness, are a dazzling sparkle among the lights of that evening, of that dinner. The dinner? I 've been writing about automotive and cars for over forty years. It would be like asking me how much the latest model mentioned in some note online or elsewhere costs. We live on flavors, nuances, but above all emotions, not on the profit and loss account, labels, and food preparation. Here is the sacred temple that encompasses everything. Of course I would return. Of course I will return. When, and how, is unknown. But there are emotions worth experiencing again. Even shooting six hundred kilometers in a few hours just for a dinner that illuminates how a life lived to the full still makes you feel thirty.

The most beautiful restaurant in all of Marche read more The most beautiful restaurant in all of Marche