The chicken is the animal that every farmer had, and that populated the coops of every farm. They are the free-range ones that, since time immemorial, have scratched around the courtyards, good for laying eggs and excellent in broth. They are the ones that
dictate the rhythms of the day, with the rooster crowing in the morning and the hens retreating to the trees when it's time to go to sleep.
Lostu
is not the bistro in Borgo Sant'Anna, but
a
place -
just like the trattorias of old -
where you can soak up the most authentic atmosphere of these hills, enjoying forgotten recipes, at your own table or at the large shared table that
embodies the spirit of the inns of old, sharing the table with strangers who, if you so choose, can become friends. Because this is the Langa.
