Our Story
It started with the smell of bread at 4am
Our family ran a small forno in the Testaccio district of Rome. Every night the dough went into the fridge; every morning the neighbourhood queued for it.
When we moved to Los Angeles we missed one thing more than anything else: a proper piece of focaccia, split open and filled while still warm. So we built it here. Same flour blend, same long fermentation, same generous hand with the olive oil — served with the sunshine and the produce of Southern California.
Casa Focaccia & Co. is small on purpose. We bake in batches through the day so what you get at 7pm is as good as what came out at noon.