One evening in Sicily, our hired driver escorted us to Modica, home of the amazing chocolate shop I also raided during my stay. It's a small, beautiful town, and our driver parked on Corso Umberto I. He led us down a dark alley (which frankly freaked me out a bit) and turned the corner. Beautiful, narrow, dimly-lit cobblestone streets rose up before us. We followed our driver past dark buildings accented with beautiful architecture, countless staircases and shuttered doors and windows. Eventually, we arrived at our destination: A Putia Ro Vinu, a bright trattoria that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
The entrance to the trattoria, "a putia ro vinu," on Via Carlo Pisacane in Modica. After climbing through those streets, it was like finding a treasure.
My sister somehow requested some sort of tasting menu without my knowledge, but it was the best thing she's ever done. The food would NOT stop coming. First up: bread with olive oil and hard-boiled eggs.
Next, we're served what appears to be a platter of appetizers that include roasted eggplant, deep-fried dough, arancini (deep-fried rice balls), sausage, quiche with peas and carrots, and some sort of stromboli-esque deal with lasagna inside.
This course included beef with hard-boiled egg somehow encircled by the meat. T said her grandmother used to make these, but I have no idea how one would go about doing such a thing.
Spinach and ricotta pasta. This pasta was honestly the doughiest, most delicious pasta OF ALL TIME. It was so good, it was practically bread.