A funaro (rope maker) had his workshop in these grottoes carved into the tufa in a cliffside at the edge of town almost a thousand years ago, and you can almost see him at work in the shadowy recesses of the multilevel, cavelike rooms. You can sit outside in front and enjoy the sweep of green countryside far below the town, or better yet—so you don’t miss all the atmosphere inside—ask for one of the few window seats. Wherever you sit, you’ll dine simply and well on grilled meats, the house specialty (including a grigliata mista of suckling pig, lamb, sausage, and yellow peppers), as well as excellent pizzas.