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Zeb is not for the faint of heart. When I put it on my Firenze list, my hyper organized friend armed with spreadsheets and reviews started mumbling about “mixed feedback”. I gave her a look: We’re going. Period. I don’t care what tourists or other reviewers think. If it’s on my list, it has earned its place.
Zeb is the kind of spot where you surrender to the experience. There’s a board menu: pay attention, make your choice fast and know your flavors. This is no hand holding, no “what would you recommend?” type of place. It’s very Bourdain - raw, unfussy, bold. The owner himself told me to sit down before he’d even bother reciting the menu. No coddling, no nonsense. Decide quickly, earn his trust and you’ll unlock the good stuff.
Seventeen years strong, Zeb doesn’t survive by catering to picky tourists. The vibe is direct, unapologetic, but laced with a kind of old world charm. At first, we got the skeptical “you are a tourist” stare, but once we proved ourselves, the owner cracked the tiniest smile, the kind of approval that says, yes, you get it.
And I did. The service was sharp, no pretense and the boldness hooked me. I’ve eaten around the world, worked in the industry as a server, cooked, cook, tasted …I have standards. Zeb delivered!
I kicked things off with Cappellacci di Fiori di Zucca in burrata sauce, pillowy clouds of flavor, luscious and creamy, ethereal yet grounded in simplicity. My friend’s Capellaccini di Ricotta e Tartufo with shavings of fresh black truffle were an earthy decadence. One bite and my soul was elevated.
We weren’t even hungry, but the first course was so good we had to dive deeper. I went full hedonist as per usual with Lingua in dolceforte, a beef tongue in balsamic reduction with pine nuts - sultry, bold and definitely unforgettable. Paired with Zeb’s own red blend, I was in pure heaven. My vegetarian friend devoured her Melanzana alla Parmigiana with equal satisfaction, and finished with tiramisu that was air-light and balanced for me, though she wanted more sweetness and density.
The wines the owner handpicked for me were spot-on and I left with a bottle of his red blend to hopefully recreate the magic at home.
Zeb isn’t trying to please everyone and that’s exactly why it works. It’s direct, unapologetic and passionate, the kind of place that doesn’t need to prove itself to you. I left impressed, satisfied and already plotting the Firenze inspired dinner party at home, where I’ll open that bottle.