Rodolfo Varisco
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There’s a kind of sacred honesty in simplicity. A refusal to bend to trends, to over-garnish, to gild the lily with foam or flamboyance. DuPont Italian Kitchen, tucked into the pulsing rhythm of Washington DC’s 17th Street corridor, doesn’t shout. It murmurs with the confidence of a place that knows exactly what it’s doing, and does it damn well.
🍝 **The Cacio e Pepe**
Some dishes transport you. This one arrests you mid-thought and sits you down in a tiny Roman trattoria with chipped walls and wine-stained tables. The pasta is creamy, yes, but not heavy. The pepper sings, not screams. There's restraint, wisdom, and a kind of culinary modesty that only comes from respect for the form. It’s a plate that doesn’t beg you to return, it dares you not to.
🥗 **Arugula Salad with Goat Cheese**
This isn't just a salad. It's contrast, conversation, balance. Bitter arugula playing jazz with the creamy tang of goat cheese. Each forkful feels like a purposeful collision, fresh, smart, and a perfect counterpoint to the Cacio e Pepe's velvet weight. Add a chilled glass of Pinot Grigio, and you could almost forgive the world’s sins. Almost.
🪟 **The Vibe**
Think rustic warmth meeting urban candor. The staff’s got that practiced ease, welcoming without fawning, attentive without hovering. It's the kind of place locals defend with a territorial pride and travelers stumble into, only to wonder why it's not on every “Top 10 Hidden Gems” list.
👍 **Final Thought**
DuPont Italian Kitchen doesn’t need to impress, it just needs to be. And in a city full of pretense and polished plating, it offers something harder to find: authenticity, wrapped in pasta and seasoned with soul.