Raviolo del plin, brodo di fieno maggengo
Hand-pinched plin of the three roasts; June-hay broth poured at the table.
Alta Langa · Piemonte · 780 m
Sopra la nebbia,
la sera diventa cena.
Above the fog, evening becomes dinner — a three-star table in a charterhouse of 1642, twenty-two covers, one seating, thirteen tolls of the bell.
Manifesto
“Cuciniamo l’ora, non soltanto il luogo.”
Every clear evening of summer, the valley below fills like a slow white tide. The vineyards drown first, then the roads, then the lights of the villages — until only the ridges and this bell tower remain. The monks who built the charterhouse in 1642 chose the height for silence. We keep it for the hour: dinner here begins in daylight, crosses the dusk, and ends by candle.
Vespro is the office sung at sunset — the hinge between day and night. The kitchen keeps its rhythm: thirteen passages, thirteen tolls.
What the hour asks is what the kitchen serves — hay cut on the June meadows, plin sealed by hand in the afternoon, a porcino baked in the wax of the cloister hives, hazelnuts read seven ways after dark. Nothing on the table is far from the door; nothing on the plate pretends another season.
La discesa della sera
The evening, hour by hour
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18:30
Il Chiostro — aperitivo among the herbs
A cold infusion of the walled garden, drunk standing between the box hedges, while the first fog reaches the vineyards below.
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19:30
Primo rintocco — the Sala del Capitolo
The bell marks the first passage. Twenty-two covers under the chapter-house vault; the menu follows the light down.
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21:15
L’alpeggio — the cart crosses the room
Mountain-pasture cheeses, chestnut honey from the hives, cugnà. Below the floor, nine metres down, Pietro draws the evening’s last bottles from the crypt.
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22:40
Tredicesimo rintocco — hazelnut, read seven ways
The Tonda Gentile closes the office of hours: seven textures, gianduia poured at the table, the room now entirely candlelit.
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23:30
Congedo — the cloister, by candle
Tisana of the garden, baci di dama, the last candle carried out. After the thirteenth toll, silence.
Dalla cucina — Estate 2027 · Il tempo del fieno
Three passages of the season
Porcino nella cera d’api
A whole porcino sealed and baked in the wax of the cloister hives, opened at the table.
Nocciola: settima lettura
Tonda Gentile in seven textures; warm gianduia, the thirteenth toll.
Guida Michelin 2027
Stella Verde 2025
The World’s 50 Best — No. 4, 2027
Tre Forchette — 19,75
Three thresholds
L’Orto murato
The garden that writes the menu
Four hundred years of herb terraces, twelve months on one wheel — and the hives whose wax bakes passage eight.
Le Celle
Five cells to sleep above the fog
The monks’ quarters, five suites named for what each window sees. Morning is the valley, white and silent.
Giornale
Il mare di nebbia
On fog, nebbiolo and cooking above the clouds — why this kitchen exists at 780 metres.
Riservazioni
The table seats twenty-two.
One seating, one evening.
Dinner Wednesday – Sunday · Sunday lunch · deposit €150 per guest, released on arrival · cancellation free to 72 h