As a couple, Trattoria Cammillo works.
White tablecloths, dark-wood panelling and four generations of regulars give it the air of a private club that happens to let you in. The kitchen runs two registers at once: bedrock Tuscan classics and a handful of eccentric chinoiserie dishes (curried pasta, sweet-and-sour pork) the family picked up decades ago — quietly one of Florence's most distinctive rooms, not just another reliable trattoria.