In Italy, in almost every place where two paths intersect, there is a square. And in almost every square there is a bar, which is actually also a café, which actually serves pizza, pasta, antipasti, etc.
Because that’s what the Italians like to do, to sit outside their café-bar-restaurant, eat something that just came out of the oven or the pan, and drink. Ten years after Rustico established itself on Rothschild Boulevard, and five years after it was joined by Rustico Basel, we saw a square and said to ourselves, “That’s it, Piazza Rustico.” Both Rustico and a square. You won’t find anything more Italian than that from here all the way to Napoli.