I’ve been obsessed with chicken cacciatore ever since! My mom & I road tripped together that summer, & while I don’t recall the restaurant’s name or how we ended up sitting at that red checker-clothed table, I do recall their chicken cacciatore. I first experienced chicken cacciatore at a classic Italian-American joint in the North End of Boston. While my obsession for all things pasta is long-documented here on PWWB, I’ve never shared the first truly authentic Italian meal I ever fell in love with – until now! This Slowly Braised Chicken Cacciatore is is the dish that changed everything for me, inspiring a lifelong love of Italian food & wine.
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