American Restaurants Keep Ruining Carbonara With Cream: Rome Never Needed It
You slide onto a stool in a Trastevere trattoria, order carbonara, and watch the cook move like a drummer: pan on, guanciale in, pasta drops, cheese gets grated, eggs whisk, pepper blooms, and everything meets off the heat. No cream, no butter, no garlic. What looks simple is choreography. When you get the timing right …











