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One last trip on the train brought us to Rome, the eternal city. We saw so many beautiful things in Rome, I’ll try to keep my focus to the food. Every city we went to dinner progressively got later and later, not because we were staying out later, but because the restaurants didn’t open until late! It was a bit of an adjustment, but by our first night in Rome we didn’t have supper until after 9, and felt like quite the locals when we did it. No matter that our American-ism screamed so loud that every server knew to bring us the English menu before we said a word! We asked our hotel concierge for a good local spot to eat the next night, and were treated to a meal in a restaurant a few blocks away run by a father- and-son duo who greeted us at the door. One item on the menu was a Roman specialty, fried risotto balls, which instantly reminded Billy of back-home boudin, and so he had to try it. They were certainly a hit with my new husband. I tried a bite as well, and have “One item on the menu was a Roman specialty, fried risotto balls, which instantly reminded Billy of back-home boudin balls, and so he had to try it.”

Ali enjoying her first scoop of Gelato.

to concur. There’s just a bit of red sauce in there, along with a little hunk of mozzarella. Our last night, we went to a restaurant we had seen nearby not far from the Trevi Fountain, and had a delicious meal. We enjoyed our new favorite appetizer, a pairing of buffalo mozzarella and prosciutto, a bottle (maybe two, I’m a little hazy on that detail) of Chianti Classico, and pasta, pasta and more pasta. I would complain about having to come home from Italy, but we went out to eat with some friends a few days later and had chargrilled oysters. It doesn’t get any better than that.

Billy eating pizza.

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MY ROUSES EVERYDAY MARCH | APRIL 2014