The best panna cotta of my life.
It’s amazing how something so unassuming can assault your senses with one tiny mouthful.
I actually groaned when I first tasted this.
Rich and creamy. Perfect wobble. Warm, very dark chocolate sauce. Heaven.
It was devoured at a gorgeous little restaurant we found in the back streets of Florence called Osteria del Cinghiale Bianco which I think translates to Tavern of the White Boar. Correct me if I’m wrong, native Italian speakers!
Before this dessert we ate fried zucchini flowers, buffalo mozarella with fresh truffles (yes, that was as incredible as it sounds!), boar ragu with fresh parpadelle and braised boar with polenta.
It was definitely one of the best meals we ate in Italy.
Next week I’ll feature all of those dishes in the Foreign Food Fridays post, so make sure you drop by then.