I didn’t come to Cibo Matto with a checklist.
I came hungry, curious, and ready to sit in the noise for a while.
This site exists because I like documenting moments the way they actually feel—not polished, not influencer-perfect, not optimized for anything except honesty. When I write about food, music, or places, I’m writing from the table, the barstool, the sidewalk outside afterward.
Cibo Matto was warm in every sense of the word.
The pasta showed up steaming. The room was loud enough that you had to lean in. The kind of loud where nobody’s pretending it’s a “quiet night out,” and that’s the point.
I don’t rate things on stars. I write about:
- What I ordered
- What surprised me
- What worked
- What didn’t
- How I felt walking out
Sometimes that means joy. Sometimes it means “good, but not twice in one week.” Both are worth writing down.
This is a record of nights, meals, moods, and memories—told from exactly where I was sitting.