Edgar E.
Yelp
'd like to preface my review with a note that I write this review to give you a feel of the restaurant, rather than just the food. While I understand that the initial thoughts of someone going into this restaurant are of pretentious staff peddling overpriced finger food, the actual experience is far different.
I was very lucky to stumble into the opportunity to try the food at Zeb. We'd just finished a long stair/hill climb to the top of the overlook and were hungry, but when we looked around the options were dire. A lot of pretty facades or beautiful locales that likely made the owners think would make the tourists gobble up their awful food. We found Zeb, with excellent reviews and Michelin ratings, at the base of our little hike and decided to try our luck knowing there'd likely be a long wait.
When we arrived we were lucky to be greeted and get a seat in the inner corner of the room then were almost immediately attended. The gentleman, whom I presume to be the restaurateur, walked over and his presence felt confident and commanded attention as he began giving us choices on drinks. His thick-framed glasses that glinted with flashes of Royal Blue in the light, were a welcome distraction to my ADHD brain as he read each item on the menu and described every dish in detail. He set the table for us to begin enjoying one of the finest meals we had in our entire trip to Rome, Florence, Edinburgh and Amsterdam.
As he read the menu, I will say that I was a bit overwhelmed with the choices, as he explained the dishes I attempted to picture in my mind and 'digest' it, so to speak, when suddenly we were at the next option. The first course that stood out to me, however, was the Capellacci di Pera, Ricotta e Pecorino in Salsa di Pere. I'd never ventured far past the 'standard' when it came to the flavors and possibilities of pasta so, to me, a savory pasta with pears was definitely intriguing. It was a light, perfectly cooked dish and had a great balance of flavors that worked so well together that every ingredient felt equally represented. Other restaurants try to cover up mediocre food with lots of unnecessary truffle-this or beautiful-view-that, but this dish was simple and elegant.
I was feeling particularly entranced by the food and vibe in the room that I decided to continue with a more adventurous choice for my second course. Being that we were in Florence, we'd been told to try a Florentine Steak numerous times and it felt obligatory by the last day of our visit in this city. On the other hand, I thought to myself, if I am dining at a Michelin-rated restaurant I may as well allow myself to try something different than the 'safe' options. I opted for a Trippa alla Florentina, as it satisfied my appetite for something adventurous and my need to try something 'alla Fiorentina' before our train departed Florence. The dish was reminiscent of a similar dish in Mexican cuisine and had me longing for those cold days with a bowl of hot soup made by my mother. There were additional notes of herbs that were likely locally used that elevated the dish into a more refined experience. The dish felt light with bold flavors from the aromatics blending into the broth -- and while it was soup-esque, it definitely satisfied my hunger.
After our meal, I left the city with a more cozy and welcoming memory than when I'd first arrived. Watching the gentleman describe the menu to other patrons of the restaurant while I ate my food made me appreciate his craft more. As he described the menu you could almost see the glimmer in his eyes fade bit by bit as tourists flocked in and were (in my eyes) more concerned about drinking cheap alcohol or an instagrammable view than the array of wonderful choices before them. Or maybe that was me projecting my own feelings onto him, as he never disparaged or turned away any customer or even looked at them differently no matter how they appeared, me in particular in sweaty clothes and loud USAmerican everything about me.
I sadly never got the name of the restaurateur but he looks like a younger, fitter, bearded Colin Firth, and he provided excellent service that made the entire experience so intimate and feel catered to the individual. If you are in Florence and have time to go on a bit of a gastronomic adventure, in an otherwise saturated market of tourist traps, I'd definitely recommend Zeb in a heartbeat.