This post is part of our Behind the Bite series: deep dives into the dishes that we can’t stop thinking about.
Inside the anatomy chart that is a typical Roman menu.
Roman food has a few essential characteristics. It’s simple. The main seasonings are black pepper, pecorino and mint. And every part of the animal can be eaten.
While not as famous as spaghetti alla carbonara or fried artichokes, the off-cuts of meat—liver, intestine, tail, tongue—are essential to cucina romana. Not only do they make up some beloved dishes, they also represent the history of Rome.
The blanket term for offal Rome is quinto quarto. Literally, “the fifth quarter,” it’s a pun. Things like the head, organs and feet make up a quarter of a butchered animals’ weight, but they’re less valuable than the remaining flesh. All around Italy, various regions cook these off-cuts. But Rome is unique in both its diversity and depth of offal cookery—everything gets used, and often used in multiple ways. Therefore, we don’t have space here to list every dish. But I’ll give you a run-down of the most common ones.
We’ll start easy. Coda alla Vaccinara is a dish of braised oxtail. The tail is cut into big chunks, browned, and then stewed tender in tomato sauce and wine. There are a few extra components, though, that set this dish apart. It’s typically made with an enormous amount of celery—my favorite version, at Mimi e Cocozza, has 3-inch pieces mixed in for the last hour of braising, so they’re cooked but still firm. The seasonings (somewhat unusual for Roman cuisine) are baroque: clove, cinnamon, raisins, pine nuts and even some bitter chocolate all can be used. This is one of the few dishes you could actually make at home.
Two more dishes come from the bovine family. All around Italy, people eat tripe. Trippa alla Romana is Roman-style, meaning cooked in tomato sauce, and spiced with that classic capitoline trio: black pepper, mint and pecorino romano. Go a little further down, however, and you get something truly Roman: Pajata. This is the intestine of a calf, uncleaned so that the partially-digested mother’s-milk remains inside. The guts (about the size of surgical tubing), are usually cooked in tomato to make a sauce for pasta, spiced with some nutmeg and pecorino. Or, you can do like Pommidoro, and make a spiedone: lengths of intestine wrapped around a metal skewer and grilled crispy. Either way, it’s delicious—the milk becomes ricotta-like when cooked, and the intestine snaps like a good sausage.
Romans love their baby lamb, known as abbacchio, usually grilled or roasted. But they also eat the insides. Coratella is the pluck of the lamb—heart, lungs, liver, kidney and spleen. The different organs are diced, and then cooked with wine, herbs, and because we’re in Rome, artichokes. It’s strong and mineral-tasting, best enjoyed as an appetizer, with some good bread and white wine, like they do at La Tavernaccia.
There are so many other plates we could talk about. Tendons, pasta with chicken giblets, veal kidneys, pork liver sausage … as you explore Rome, and eat in its restaurants, you’ll keep discovering parts of the animal you didn’t know were edible.
A history of frugal eating
Like I discussed in the Behind the Bite: Roman Pasta, tying down the origins of these offal dishes is difficult. These dishes are so simple, so connected to frugality, and so, in a way, commonsense (all animals have organs) that their existence often can’t be connected to a single chef, event, or even place.
Roman food is, fundamentally, cucina povera, “poor people food.” People used what they had on hand or could buy cheaply, and the offal dishes are no exception. For example, coratella is a fundamentally pastoral dish. When shepherds slaughtered the spring lambs, they had an abundance of nutrient-rich organs, which spoiled quicker than the meat. Artichokes grow abundantly in the Roman countryside, especially in the spring. So, it’s no surprise that people decided to put the two ingredients together as a meal after butchering. Pajata is much the same. Every calf has milk-filled intestines, which could be made into a hearty dish. Interestingly enough, some scholars believe the dish originated in the Roman-Jewish Ghetto. The Jews would have only had access to cheap or throwaway cuts. And, interesting enough, pajata is actually kosher—the curdled milk in the intestines isn’t considered “dairy,” and therefore doesn’t violate the prohibition against mixing meat and milk.
There is a tendency amongst both food writers and Romans themselves to consider Testaccio, the former meatpacking neighborhood, as the “birthplace” of many quinto quarto dishes. It makes sense. From 1890 to 1971, Testaccio housed Rome’s municipal slaughterhouse. Workers often took organs home or to local restaurants, many of which are still open, and have far more organ meat on the menu than in other zones. However, a lot of these dishes predate Testaccio’s abattoir. For example, coda alla vaccinara means “oxtail, tanner-style,” because it was supposedly invented by leather workers and cow butchers in the city center around the 17th century. It’s better to say that Testaccio didn’t invent offal-centric dishes, but rather that pre-existing preparations were extremely popular and practical in a place with such a wealth of organ meats.
What does the future hold?
“There were five of these when I opened up this morning,” the butcher tells me, holding the last remaining veal kidney in his hand. “People still buy them.”
I was at Macelleria Signorini, one of Rome’s best butchers, on a Saturday morning. It was packed with customers, from a mother getting some chicken cutlets to a fedora-wearing elderly man wanting to make sure the butcher ground the veal for his meatballs three, not two, times. In the glass display case, in between the big racks of steak and piles of chickens, were organs—lamb pluck, veal tongue, a big bin of tripe.
“But do only old people buy them?” I ask.
The butcher leaned a bit on his knife point and conceded that yes, most of the offal-buying customers were quite old. “A lot of kids today, not having eaten this stuff at home, have lost their sense of culture,” he said, a bit ruefully.
His words demonstrate how fundamental offal is to Roman cuisine. Rather than being oddities or once-a-year rituals, these dishes were integral to the daily diet. Saturday, for example, was once the day when everyone ate tripe.
The survival of quinto quarto isn’t in danger, though. There are a few reasons. First, none of these organs are illegal to sell, like they often are in America. (Due to scares over Mad Cow, veal pajata was banned for about 10 years, and people used lamb instead, but the ban has since been rescinded.) Second, as long as people eat meat, there will be organs. Unlike the production of, say, a type of cake, having organ meats available requires only that the meatpacking industry saves and sells the raw product.
Third, and most important, quinto quarto might not be as popular at home, but restaurants still offer it. Not only do the Restaurants have access to better butchers and chefs, but Romans still like to eat offal when they go out as a way to feel more Roman. At home, they might eat more “normal” food, but at a traditional, down-and-dirty osteria, they like to eat the most Roman food possible. Trust me, if you go to a restaurant, and it says on the menu “Rigatoni con la pajata,” you can be sure that the guy next to you will be tucking into a big plate of pasta with intestines, cutting them open with the side of his fork and letting the milk cream into the sauce.
It is true, that the easier-to-stomach quinto quarto dishes are more commonplace—beans with pigskin, veal tongue, and coda alla vaccinara, which is on virtually every menu in Rome. But the guts and hearts and livers still exist, and they’re usually not fussed with too much. You might get a restaurant, like Osteria Fernanda, that makes some refined sweetbreads, but by and large offal remains the domain of traditional locales and traditional preparations. Offal is, in many ways, a link to the deprivations of the past that thankfully no longer exist.Want our insider’s guide to eating in Rome? Just add your email address in the form below!
Despite the name, Giancarlo was actually born and raised in Boston. He now lives in Rome, where he works as a freelance journalist. Passionate about Rome’s food, history and culture, he can usually be found with a good book and, depending on the time of day, an espresso or an Aperol Spritz. Never Campari.