Claudio Trovato smells a bunch of freshly cut rosemary, in his white jacket, against the volcanic rock of Etna. Black-and-white portrait.

From Etna, since 1978

Claudio Trovato

Chef. For almost fifty years I have staged Italian hospitality — from Etna to the Persian Gulf, from Mexico to Venice.

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The Dishes · The matter
The Story · 1978 → today
Now · The new chapter

Cooking as theatre Sicily → the world
The dining room is a stage. The plate, the scene.

I never cooked to fill a plate: I cooked to fill an evening. It's what I did at twenty on Etna, and it's what I still do today — to welcome someone and make them remember the night they came to my table.

— Claudio Trovato

The chef in his white jacket, hands in his pockets, among the palms of Villa Michelangelo. Black and white.
Villa Michelangelo. The same jacket, everywhere in the world.

Sicilian roots,
eyes on the world.

For over forty years I have believed in a cuisine that doesn't merely feed: it welcomes, it tells a story, it sets a scene. Every dish begins with the finest ingredient — always — and with the gesture that turns it into a moment to remember.

From Etna to Brazil, from the Persian Gulf to the heart of Mexico, I have carried the same conviction everywhere: Italian hospitality is an art, and it deserves a stage worthy of it.

«I cook in Italian, with a Sicilian accent. And it is understood in every language.»

The chef laughs with guests at a gala dinner, under the lights of an elegant terrace.

The best part of this craft isn't the plate. It's the face of the person receiving it.

At the table A special dinner, somewhere in the world. To me the dining room has always been a stage: the difference between eating and being hosted lies entirely here.