Sacro Bosco puts out works of culinary art.
Sunlight streaming through the big windows lights my Aperol spritz afire, as if it—and I—were perched on the edge of a Positano hillside, basking in Mediterranean warmth. Set on the terrazzo table, accompanied by a plate of colorful pickled vegetables (free with the drink during happy hour), the cocktail is the second most beautiful part of my meal at Sacro Bosco, after the housemade ricotta appetizer.
Thick ribbons of soft, salty cheese squiggle down the plate, an impeccably raked zen garden of dairy penning in a lake of peppery green olive oil to one side; bordered by wavy crisps
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