Yesterday, in a lovely hillside city 45 minutes outside of Rome called Castelnuovo di Porto, was the Sagra del Cinghiale. The Festival of Wild Boar.
I was expecting vendor stalls upon vendor stalls badgering people to purchase their quality pork products over their nearby competitors. Tube meat would be tossed overhead to eager customers in the back of lines. Wild boar prosciutto, salami, sausages, ragu, spreads, everything about the pig's cousin would be celebrated. I even hoped there would be the lone oddball out there with a wild boar lollipop or gelato flavor, always the losing dessert on televised cooking competitions.
But when I arrived at the small medieval city, all that was there in the main piazza, the town square, were several picnic tables and a long line leading to the pickup window of a temporary outdoor kitchen. It was a comforting mix of prison and grade school lunch service. I was given my tray along with a leaky bottle of draught white wine, sfuso. Then I asked for the three course Wild Boar meal.
Pappardelle in Wild Boar Ragu
Wild Boar cooked in a savory and spicy chocolate sauce
French Fries
The french fries were delicious.
And honestly the pasta dish was quite good. But the boar in chocolate sauce would have been ok if they de-boned it better, in addition to serving it MUCH warmer. Throughout many bites, I found myself pulling shards of bone from my mouth, not the most pleasant experience. But for 12 Euro total, I got what I paid for.
That's right, a man on stilts who made balloon animals.
By the way, for any doubters out there, boar in chocolate sauce is amazing. The best version I have eaten is at a restaurant in Rome called:
L'Asino D'Oro
Via del Boschetto, 73 00184 Rome, Italy
If you are unsure of eating wild boar, let one of my other articles change your mind:
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