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EVERYDAY
MARCH | APRIL 2014
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.”
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.
Ali enjoying her first scoop of Gelato.