There’s something about Florence that makes you feel like you’ve walked onto the set of a movie you don’t quite belong in—but in the best way. The golden light bounces off the Arno, everyone is impossibly well-dressed, and there’s a good chance the espresso you just had was made by someone who’s been pulling shots longer than you’ve been alive.
And then, if you’re lucky, you find yourself at Cinghiale Bianco—a small, cozy trattoria tucked away on the Oltrarno side of the river. It’s the kind of place where you linger too long, order an extra glass of wine, and wonder if you could get away with moving to Italy on a whim (again).
A Story in Every Bite
Cinghiale Bianco has been serving up hearty Tuscan fare for decades, but the story of this space goes back much further. Housed in a medieval building that once belonged to the noble Frescobaldi family (yes, those Frescobaldis—of wine dynasty fame), the bones of this restaurant have seen centuries of history unfold. The thick stone walls and wooden beams seem to whisper tales of Renaissance feasts and merchant deals struck over a bottle of Chianti.
And then there’s the food—an edible history lesson in itself. Wild boar, or cinghiale, has been a staple in Tuscan cuisine since the Etruscans were running the show. Back then, hunting was a sign of power and status, and boar meat was prized for its rich, gamey flavor. Fast forward to today, and it’s still the star of the show here, slow-cooked into a deep, velvety pappardelle al cinghiale that will ruin you for all other ragùs.
But let’s talk about the real showstopper—the dish that you absolutely, under no circumstances, should skip: the egg truffle soufflé. It’s light, airy, and loaded with truffle, the kind of thing that makes you momentarily forget how full you are and keep eating anyway. You may want to share—but only because you’re destined to overdo it and end up with acid reflux (like I did).
The Wine Knows What’s Up
Cinghiale Bianco doesn’t just stick to the classics—they offer a varied and carefully curated selection that makes choosing almost as exciting as the meal itself. Whether you’re in the mood for a bold, structured Chianti Classico or something a little more off-the-beaten-path, there’s plenty to pick from.
But if you want my personal recommendation? Querceto di Castellina. Their wines are everything I love about Tuscan reds—earthy, elegant, and the perfect companion to a meal that already feels like a warm hug from Florence itself (plus, their vineyard is my “happy place”).
Hospitality with a Side of Sass
What sets Cinghiale Bianco apart isn’t just the food or the history—it’s the kind of warmth that can’t be faked. The staff has perfected that rare balance of welcoming you like family without making you feel like you need to clear the table. You’ll get a friendly nudge to order the housemade cantucci e vin santo (because saying no to a Tuscan nonna’s almond biscotti should be illegal), and if you’re lucky, a post-dinner grappa might mysteriously appear in front of you.
Just one thing: Don’t be late. If you’re more than 15 minutes past your reservation time, your table will be handed off to another eager diner, likely the Italian equivalent of a seasoned pro who knows the American (yikes) no-show rate is in their favor. Don’t be that person.
Why This Place Matters
Florence is filled with places that have been around forever, but Cinghiale Bianco is the kind of spot that doesn’t just exist in history—it lives it. The food tells the story of Tuscany’s past, the wine keeps the legacy going, and the hospitality reminds you why Italians do this whole thing better than anyone else.
So next time you find yourself on the Oltrarno, skip the tourist traps, grab a table here, and let history do the talking—preferably over a plate of wild boar, a truffle soufflé you’ll regret in the best way possible, and a bottle of something bold.
Cheers,
Jennifer