Under hanging botanical canopies and the low glow of candlelight, thirty guests gathered at a single long table set amid rare hypercars. It is the contrast CERVINO was made for — the warm, living heart placed among beautiful cold objects, the a casa tua that a showroom of dark modern steel could never offer on its own. Here the machines held the room, and the table gave it a soul.
The evening unfolded the way an Italian table always has: leisurely, across many courses. Handmade tortellini arrived in a golden broth; pan-seared fish rested over roasted fennel and herb purée finished with edible flowers; a herb-crusted beef loin was carved and dressed with its own jus.
