After touring the Colosseum on a relentless hot and humid Saturday, an ice cold beer and some real Italian food were in order. We unintentionally walked out the back of the Colosseum and saw a mirage in the distance. Several restaurants lined Via Cello Vibenna and was truly a sight for sore eyes, thirsty tongues and empty stomachs. As we attempted to choose at which restaurant we’d dine, we were hounded by the hosts of each who were obviously taught by the unyielding hosts and hostesses of South Beach. We finally settled at Rossi Vittorio and quickly ordered our first Italian beer. In addition, we requested to have some of our waiter’s favorites because at that point everything on the menu looked worthy of being ordered. We began with THE. BEST. BRUSCHETTA. EVER. Real talk. The bread was perfectly toasted and the obviously fresh topping was comprised of the sweetest tomatoes seasoned to perfection with robust basil. Followed was one of the simplest looking spaghetti dishes we’d ever seen, but not simple on taste. I can’t begin to describe the dance it performed on my taste buds. We were then brought a traditional Sicilian pizza topped with a hard boiled egg. Eh. The sauce was tasty and the crust authentically thin, but, eh. Regardless, you can’t beat any meal that allows you to soak up the sights and sounds of Rome. Sounds? Glad you asked. We were serenaded by an accordionist. Enjoy the sights . . .
What’s an Italian lunch without gelato? Incomplete.