Ristorante Polpo Mario – Sestri Levante
OUR FISH, OUR STORY
Fish restaurant in Sestri Levante
FROM THE SEA TO YOUR PLATE
Polpo Mario isn’t just a restaurant in the heart of Sestri Levante. Polpo Mario tells a story of deep connection, bringing mankind, nature, and food together. A bond that becomes stronger and stronger as days pass by, and goes from our fishing boat straight to your plate thanks to our skilful chefs Daniele Guidi and Andrea Camogliano.
POLPO MARIO, A SEA-FLAVOURED WORLD
Old recipes from the Genoese tradition, fresh fish locally caught by our fishing boat. Dishes carefully prepared with the freshest ingredients
the fishing boat
We catch the fish we cook. Directly on our fishing boat “Polpo Mario” we ply the waters of the Ligurian Sea every day to bring the best, fresh and quality raw material to the table.
Located right in the heart of Sestri Levante, Polpo Mario stands where the former warehouse of Palazzo Federici once was – an old building dating back to 1550, originally built as the Pope’s summer residence, and once belonging to the renowned Ligurian Fieschi family.
Join our cooking classes, learn how to make pesto with a wooden pestle and marble mortar, and get familiar with the basics of traditional Italian cuisine. . Come visit us, enjoy the most authentic atmosphere of Sestri Levante and our fish cuisine… We’re looking forward to having you with us!
POLPO MARIO AND ITS STORY
A… SEA OF STORIES
It was in the intricate maze of caruggi, the typical alleys of Sestri Levante, where the legend of Polpo Mario began. Going beyond time and history, Polpo Mario soon became a myth, one and the same with the nightlife, the dolce vita and the unmistakable flavours of its homeland. This is Polpo Mario – as multifaceted as its founder Rudy Ciuffardi is
POLPO MARIO AND OUR VIPs
ALL THE CELEBRITIES WHO VISITED US THROUGHOUT THE YEARS
Polpo Mario, its founder Rudy Ciuffardi and its chefs have always been a point of reference in the vibrant nightlife of Sestri Levante. Many celebrities visited the so-called ‘land of the two seas’, and many of them tasted our cuisine. Check out our gallery to find out all the show biz, sport, and entertainment personalities who visited us throughout the years.
For years it has been running wild at newsstands in Liguria. Long considered one of the most popular local magazines, Polpopress is yet another idea by Rudy Ciuffardi. Not only was it an iconic point of reference for both the hospitality industry and the nightlife of Liguria and its neighbouring areas: it was also jam packed with up-to-date news on the food and beverage industry as well as on the celebrities visiting Polpo Mario. It is now available in digital format, accessible to everyone. Find out all about Sestri Levante and its nightlife.
A WRITER AND A… GASTROPHILOLOGIST
BOOKS BY RUDY
Gastro-philologist (gastrophilologist), noun, m. (ironic) A person who loves fine cuisine rules and ingredients and closely studies food properties and particular dish preparation methods.
Mentioned in the prestigious Italian encyclopaedia Treccani, such term is associated with Rudy Ciuffardi who skilfully found the sweet spot between food and the publishing industry.
Here are all his books. Books about us, about Polpo Mario, about Sestri Levante and its story.
Once upon a time, Cesare had a fishing boat, the jewel in the crown of Sestri Levante. Lean and yet rounded, just like a good-looking, juicy woman. Teak planking, light blue flooring.
There he launched it, in a heart-rending morning. In Sestri Levante, delicate and unmistakably shaped masterpiece. A bittersweet memory of Segeste and her thin hips, a mermaid from a distant time and yet still present. Still today we can hear her wiggling in petrified anxiety and tragic love, heartbeat and desperation, with her eager longing for the sea which was always hers and always will be. Unbearable conviction and imprisonment, and yet love, dream, vocation.
A modern traveller might absent-mindedly say that she put on some weight, judging by those proudly curvy hips of hers. And yet, out of generosity or lazy tolerance, they would then turn a blind eye on it.
But, believe me, this has little or nothing to do with the awful protrusions covering the land far-removed from Segeste’s tragic heart, unimaginable, horrible wasteland made up of dreadful, ever multiplying and intertwining fragments of tasteless, impersonal towns, debris of human abomination identical to any other kind of debris, similar to all the other bits and pieces of towns, to each and everyone of us ever ferociously unknown and hostile – such atrocity might have undoubtedly hurt us, just like an infection would do. But it never belonged to Sestri, not a single inhabitant of Sestri ever perceived it as anything but an unfamiliar, sick lie, being this a feeling catching fire to protect something within ourselves and within the old soul of Segeste. And yet it was us (and this is the biggest fault and shame I secretly hold in my heart, which makes me shed heart-felt tears and blush, me!, a man who never shed a tear, who never blushed), not the blurry, neutral time, but us, brutal, immoral heirs worn away by time passing by, who blindly insulted and indecently outraged her with our irreparable stupidity. But this was never just about outrage.