Cannolis aren’t exactly a Roman thing, but there was no possible way I was going to leave Italy without eating at least one. A quick “best cannoli in Rome” search led to a very conclusive answer: everyone seems to be in agreement that a Sicilian bakery called Ciuri Ciuri has the tastiest cannoli in the city.
The first thing you notice is that the cannolis in their display case are just empty shells that they fill to order, because of course. Of course. I’ve never seen a bakery back home do it this way, and I have no idea why. It’s clearly the right answer; there’s nothing sadder than biting into a mushy cannoli.
(An aside: bakeries in Italy really make me feel like a weirdo for not being a coffee drinker. Every time I order a pastry, I get asked if I want a coffee too. When I inevitably say no, the server always gets a mildly confused/shocked look on his face, like a child who’s just been told there’s no Santa.)
Anyway, the cannoli was pretty amazing; it had a nice crispy shell (of course), and the creamy ricotta filling had just the right amount of sweetness. Also, there wasn’t any orange zest in there, which is correct. Orange in cannoli is for jerks. If you prefer cannolis with an orange flavour, then I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’re a jerk.
Sorry, but someone eventually had to tell you.