Some people come back from a trip with a fridge magnet. I came back with an idea: that what I had missed the most was someone to take me to the market, to cook local dishes together, to make me feel at home, even far from home. That’s how A casa di Cilla was born. To offer in Palermo what I once looked for elsewhere and couldn’t find. An open kitchen. A table that sets itself. A Palermo to touch, knead, and taste.
I grew up with my grandma’s cooking, and with a family that measured love in generous plates. That’s where I learned food is more than nourishment — it’s time shared, it’s listening, it’s presence.
It’s care. Today, I open my front door and meet someone who came from far away but is looking for closeness.
We cook, we laugh, we tell stories. And without realizing it, we become friends.
If for you, too, traveling means meeting people, learning new gestures, and feeling welcomed like you’ve always belonged…
then maybe we’ve already met — somewhere between a simmering sauce and freshly made pasta.