Coming from Barcelona, our first impressions of Rome were about noise and chaos, ancient streets and an impassioned machismo in the air. It's a 180-degree turn from the laid-back Spanish lifestyle.
But... that also includes food.
As I may have mentioned, we aren't huge fans of Spanish food - that may change as we spend more time there, so I'm not ruling it out just yet.
But Rome is a FEAST for the palate. Every single little bar/trattoria/pizzeria/enoteca/caffeteria/hole in the wall seems to be as good or better than the last one. Even "touristy" spots have given us reasonably priced meals that are incredible near the Trevi fountain and Campo di Fiori and even just below our apartment.
I'm the first to admit I've raised three picky eaters, and yet each of them has been in food heaven here in Rome. It's particularly fun to watch Marlowe (the pickiest one of all) try new foods... and ask for seconds. Raf is trying to decide whether or not Paris is still his favorite city to eat in, but each new pizzeria makes his decision even harder.
Me, I'm content to live meal to meal, although my stomach can't match my desire to eat!
Again, a photo tour of our gastronomy:
|Fried ricotta with walnuts and honey on arugula (I know, right?)|
|Marlowe finishing up Serena's spaghetti with meatballs|
|Pretty fruit tarte at the Borghese Gardens|
|wine with a prosciutto/arugula/parmesan pizza|
|Marlowe loved the lunch buffet at this tony Via Veneto |
restaurant so much, she's asked to go back every day
|Marlowe's mini torte at CineCaffe |
in the Borghese Gardens