Rome: Pasta & Wine Cooking Class near Pantheon

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What’s the experience like?

We ducked into this old palazzo just a few blocks from the Pantheon—honestly, I almost missed the door because I was distracted by the scooters zipping past. Inside, it felt instantly warmer, with that faint floury smell you only get in real kitchens. Our guide, Francesca, greeted us like we were cousins she hadn’t seen in years (I’m still not sure if she was joking about her nonna’s secret technique). She handed us aprons and we got right to cracking eggs into flour—no measuring cups, just “a feeling,” as she said. My dough stuck to my fingers at first; Francesca winked and told me that meant I was doing it right.

There were only eight of us around this big wooden table—some couples, a solo traveler from Canada who kept saying “bellissimo” at everything, and two friends from Milan who claimed they’d never made pasta before either. We learned how to shape ravioli and tortelli (the folding is trickier than it looks), then rolled out fettuccine so thin you could almost see through it. Someone spilled a bit of flour on their shirt and everyone laughed—felt like being at someone’s house for Sunday lunch. The wine came out early (“Tuscan, from our own cellar!” Francesca said proudly) and honestly, it made my lopsided ravioli taste even better.

I didn’t expect to love the butter & sage sauce as much as I did—it smelled like autumn somehow. We sat together at this long table under these old painted ceilings, passing dishes around and swapping stories about getting lost in Rome. There was chocolate salami for dessert (I’d never heard of it before), and the Canadian guy tried to pronounce “grazie mille” properly—he got close. Walking back out into the city after all that food felt a little surreal; the air had cooled off but I was still warm from laughing so much. Sometimes I catch myself thinking about that meal when I’m cooking at home—you know?