Via del Carmine 3, shortly after the spectacle of the homonymous square in the direction of via Brera, you end up, on the cobblestone road typical of the area – the one where by day everyone walks in a line along the central paving to save their feet from excruciating pain – in a little place so intimate that it deserves a special person and an evening of conversation to try it out. We are at Carminio‘s.
Many times I had passed by and stopped with curiosity but didn’t have the right occasion, nor the right person to enter with. But Milan is small and on more than one occasion, between one conversation and another, this name popped up: “You really have to try it out!” So here I am. I’m waiting for my friend at the entrance and I see her arrive, with natural grace – regardless of the 7 inch heels – along the only notorious little path that someone in heels can take, the one in the middle.
Adele Prosdocimi, contemporary Milanese artist and soul of the locale, warmly welcomes us and has us take a seat. She is the heart of the project, which has her very same passion that burns dark red, after which it is named and has now taken on the look of our new favorite place. The ambiance is warm, intimate, romantic and the menu completely reflects the desire for cuddles which the atmosphere immediately inspires. Carminio is a Slow Food establishment which proposes traditional dishes, knowingly studied, although simple in the primary ingredients – which come from farms just outside the city – so that they look elaborate but are absolutely delectable on the palate. Behind it all is the paw of an artist behind it all!
I’m not talking about the attention to detail, which Antonio, our waiter scrupulously respects, but about the harmony among the staff who is able to make you feel “expected” and a part of this little fairytale in our Milan. Ristorante Carminio makes you want to go back, as soon as possible. The open kitchen, at which the locale ends, give that elegant and international touch that makes this bistro a little jewel to be discovered.
Three hours have gone by, and by now we are the last ones, so we conclude our fantastic and long awaited reunion with a raspberry cheesecake which really doesn’t fit into the perfect Friday night diet, but you what? If they hadn’t closed the kitchen nobody could have denied us a second helping! Chapeau!