I'M ANDREA,
AND I DO THIS BECAUSE
I was born in Bologna on a hot day in August 1985.
Travel makes me feel alive, but Bologna is where I live and belong.
🛒 1950: A grocery store in the countryside
My grandmother is selling candies, hazelnuts and rice from a small grocery store in the country of Bologna.
One of those where you can find soaps and cigarettes, flour and salami. And you go there not only to buy but to talk with her about the successes of your daughter at school.
My grandfather is in the yard, holding a couple of chickens. He's an experienced butcher. I still remember his hands: cracked on the surface but soft to caress his nephew.
They've both spent their lives working to provide great food to other people and share their knowledge about where it came from.
🏖️ 2013: A beach, a postcard, a dream
Summer, on a beach in Ravenna.
That's where Taste Bologna was born.
With a pen, the back of a postcard, and the will to create a job to deeply love.
And keeping the door of that grocery store open to welcome new food lovers and curious travelers.
With Rick Stein, during the shooting of Rick Stein's Long Weekend in Bologna, March 2016
🍝 Today: A team that loves what we do
What began as a one-man show is now a family of local food nerds.
Around us: bakers, pasta makers, osterie owners—friends first, partners second—who wake up before dawn so you can taste a city at its best.
We walk slowly.
We eat mindfully.
We laugh a lot.
We help people fall in love with Bologna, one bite at a time.
We saved you a seat.
Book your spot or just say ciao—we love questions almost as much as crescentine.