A long time ago, the Patagonian Andes crossed our paths accidentally: he was the guide of an Italian expedition which was going to climb the Cerro Torre, I was still a pilot by that time. Low height, full head of white hair and practically circular boots as an evidence of a freezing he suffered in the Aconcagua, Cesarino stood out for his face tanned by the wind of who knows how many mountains of the world,
and for his eyes, which reflected his generous, quiet, happy and curious spirit. "Il pilastro del cielo" repeated him as he looked up into a diaphanous sky, right next to the imposing Cerro Torre, which bound him forever to our Patagonia. Cesarino Restaurant wants only to pay homage to that mountain lover: Arrivederci Cesarino!