wellington eats: cicio cacio, newtown

As the old saying goes, if I had a penny for every time I've been recommended Cicio Cacio I'd be a rich girl. This Newtown establishment, tucked away behind MOON bar (accessed by a laneway off of Owen St), has certainly made a name for itself with its traditional Italian cooking and warm inviting interiors. Stumbling into an upmarket European eaterie isn't something you'd usually expect from Wellington's bohemian suburb packed with punks, shoeless students, and characters carrying cats, but it works.

We arrive on a Sunday evening at 5:30pm to friendly waitresses welcoming us in. There are no physical menus at Cicio Cacio, mainly because they change their menu daily and so it makes more sense for them to rely on their specials board and their staff relaying the speciality treats. Because the dishes in each category can be counted on one hand, it gives the feeling of a streamlined selection - a curation of the best of the best. We opt for the bruschetta with goats cheese, tomatoes, and aubergine, along with the antipasti platter of meats, cheeses and breads. For mains we split the seafood risotto (a little too reminiscent of paella), and the pappardelle with ricotta and sausage. The starters definitely were more awe-inspiring than the secondary course, but perhaps that's because we were already filled up on carbs and conversation.

The cuisine was perfect for a Sunday night, rounding off the week with the most indulgent of ingredients assembled deliciously.  I can really see why people are so enamoured with this place.

Cicio Cacio, 167 Riddiford St, Wellington


a sunday kind of love #18

a round-up of my week & cultural eats: twentysix, cats, and an indie-rock rendition of dolly

a few weeks ago i went with a friend to watch short films as part of a film festival. there was one in particular that i found absolutely joyous, which was an ode to feline friendships in animated wonder. if you get a chance give catherine by britt raes a watch, it's hilarious and vibrant while intriguing and beautifully drawn.

because we all need introspection sometimes: lessons in stillness from one of the quietest places on earth
because i just finished the butterfly effect: jon ronson on bespoke porn
because you can't beat the ultimate fringed songstress: lessons in life, style and selfhood from joni mitchell

last week i turned twentysix, which felt like a landmark for reasons i couldn't tell you because i don't really know. maybe it's because twentyfive felt like a pretty momentous year, of highs and lows, adventures and standing still, so i'm interested to see what wisdom this new age will bring. i was blessed with a lovely birthday weekend, of gigs, beach days, and bbqs with sweet friends in the sunshine! i'm also feeling super excited for a christmas break of travelling new zealand. any recommendations would be greatly welcomed.

greta gerwig on marc maron's wtf
louis theroux's firey falsetto on adam buxton's podcast