Growing up with a Sicilian family, I am well versed in traditional Italian cuisine. I learned to make a red sauce pasta when I was 5 years old and frequently make dishes from a collection of family recipes passed down through four generations.
Since moving to Rotorua, I have made it my mission to try every Italian restaurant in the area to see who measures up to my nonna and her famous pasta al forno.
Ciccio Italian Cafe was next on my list of places to try and with my sister down for the weekend, there was no better time to give it a go.
In the winter months, you can cosy up on the couch next to the fire and in the summer you can sit outside and bask in the sunshine or escape to the air conditioned comfort indoors. The decor is eclectic with chandeliers, gilded mirrors and an Adonis-like concrete torso gracing the entrance.
-The service is upbeat and efficient without being overbearing. We were promptly seated on arriving and after each course we were asked how it was and whether we would like anything else.