we head up to the house of one of fabio's friends in the hills above the town. he's gathered together the ingredients for a livornese classic. he's making a fish stew. cacciucco? this is a fake cacciucco? >> it is a fake cacciucco. i need to keep my voice down so the neighbors don't here. but if you're not from livorno, you're not supposed to be making this stew. >> there's always this sort of battle between whether you're from here or from there or from there. whatever you're making, right, you can make the same thing, but you can't call it the thing. maybe it's a little bit different. >> yeah.