MATERA..two nights in May

After four nights in Sorrento, we arranged a car and driver to bring us, via Potenza, to Matera, where we will spend two nights at what is probably the most unique hotel in Italy, SEXTANTIO LE GROTTE DELLA CIVITA. There is a lot of information online about this project, and its siblings in Abruzzo and now..in Rwanda. This is not only a hotel, it is an experience, and probably one that no one who stays here will ever forget. We’d been in 2023 and, happily, found it to be as wonderful as before. Even considering then lofty rates, I think SEXTANTIO well worth the price, which includes an outstanding breakfast. But if you have difficulty walking, or climbing steps, inquire before you book.. Even beyond that, this is not a hotel for everyone, so do your due diligence…you are living in a renovated cave, albeit one with fluffy bathrobes and a freestanding soaking tub!

Matera is that magical combination of an “accogliente” large southern Italian town—elegant streets lined with venerable palazzi and handsome residences, many now housing shops and eateries, broad piazze, Baroque churches and contemporary art galleries… the “new town” alone is a charm!

And there is the “other” Matera down below–the one that draws the busloads…a pair of adjacent sassi districts, caves carved from the tufa n pre-historic times that once housing the poorest of the poor, along with their animals, in conditions which became known as “the shame of Italy” in the 1950s.

Although these same caves now house restaurants, shops, hotels and B&Bs–complete with running water and electricity-- and clots of tourists have replaced the destitute sharecroppingcontadini, I cannot imagine a more picturesque and indelible location anywhere in Europe.

TRATTORIA STANO had been one of two favorites from our 2023 visit, and so
we booked this SlowFood Pick for last night and our meal confirmed my opinion that this contemporary venue must be among the best restaurants in the city.. . The offerings here, and in most local trattorie, typify the kitchens of inland Basilicata----lamb and pork dominate the meat selections; there is often beef from the prized Podolica cows; fresh fish is scarce so seafood is confined mostly to baccala; and vegetables and grains abound, exemplifying the cucina povera of this once destitute region. And the sweet peppers of Senise adorn many of the pasta dishes and, salted and fried, are a common antipasto.

Since our first visit around 2011, a number of “fancy” restaurants have appeared some with a Michelin star, but I have no interest in these although who knows..maybe they are marvelous…

My platter of mixed, fried Matera specialties at STANO was spectacular: A large chunk of fried baccala; fried lampascioni (local delicacy of hyacinth bulbs; in season now); Senise peppers (cruschi); fried sticks of breaded mozzarella (forget your memories of that soggy “mozzarella in carozza” at your local Italian-American in the USA); zucchini flowers stuffed with ricotta; a slice of the most incredibly delicious fried ricotta.

The frying technique was masterful–so flavorful but not greasy…they could have fried cardboard and I would have probably devoured it. I can’t remember any better fried food..ever!! If they gave a class on flying I would be first online, and next time I am going to ask about a kitchen visit.

Local bread from this bread capital of Italy was out-of-this world!



My partner chose, for primi, a dish that has become one of our favorites, the straightforward classic of Puglia and parts of Basilicata and a benchmark of cucina povera: Fave e cicorie–pureed, fried fava beans topped with chicory or any dark green vegetable that is in season; pepperoni cruschi scattered the top of this rendition. I am determined to make this a staple in my own kitchen.

We passed on the second course and had, as they say here, “prime come secondi.”

Just as I did last year, I chose fusilli with cream of caciocavallo cheese, pancetta, and peperoni cruschi…outstanding to the power of ten!!

Jeffrey was in heaven, too, with his ravioli stuffed with cream of pumpkin (zucca) and tossed with cardoncelli mushrooms and cacio ricotta cheese:

With one glass of local wine and water, the total was 75 euro for two.

I have a pulled muscle in my rear end that is making me very uncomfortable and hampering walking, and climbing, but this morning I was determined to seek out some local treats to bring home, so I huffed and puffed up the hundreds of steps from the hotel to the upper town, where I knew of a good supermarket on Via Ridola. The walk turned out to take about thirty minutes, longer than I had imagined. Thanks goodness there was a good breeze this morning.

I was rewarded by a display of local foodstuffs so astonishing that I was overcome with excitement. Until, that is, I realized that whatever I bought, I would have to cart back to the hotel. Never mind..when you are faced with such bounty, the negatives fall to the wayside. And so I filled my cart with bags of peperoni cruschi, already salted and fried so ready to just add to a pasta dish, plus bags of peeled fava beans that I could not find in my NYC neighborhood. Jars of the local signature “crapiata” soup, jars of Pistachio pesto..fron Sicily but I knew this brand and it;s great..just mix with good pasta and you have dinner…and of course some fresh local pastries and a few bags of taralli which are apparently different than the Pugliese version… And you can’t just pass by those jars of am amarena (dark cherry) jam, right??? Might as well add some dried, salted fave for snacking in the room…

I wheel my now almost full wagon to the check out and ask if they could deliver to my hotel…(I can never remember the word for delivery but eventually the cashier understood…lots of chatter back and forth but the end result was “not possible.”

And just when I had stalled myself for a grueling trek back to the hotel, an angel stepped in!!! Victoria, standing behind me on line, assured me not to worry..she would help me. And so she did. we walked together to the parking garage, stashed our repsectetive shopping bags Into the trunk, and we were off…she gave me a tour of upper Matera before descending down into the sassi where she lived all the while regaling me with her story of growing up in Lecce and moving to Matera as a child when here father got a job. here… I was sad when our chat came to an end right outside the entrance to my hotel, where we exchanged numbers, and bid goodbye…

Sorry to veer so far off topic but this was such a lovely end to my morning that I wanted to share…another example of such unexpected kindness in Italy..


My savior, Victoria!!