A Sunday in Rome can be reminiscent of a Sunday in “The South” – most everything is closed. Well, everything except for places of worship, shopping and eating. We determined it would be the perfect day for finding ‘our’ Roman restaurant that we can reference the way some fondly recall their favorite Parisian bistro with the most flaky and delicious croissants. The best way to do so? Eat our way through Rome. Literally. It began as a search for carciofi alla giudía – Jewish-style artichokes. (I’ll always remember the Italian translation because I said it so many times that weekend.) Eventually we were told carciofi was not in season 😦 As we walked and marveled at the architecture and historical sites, we ducked into restaurants savoring pasta, bread, risotto, lasagna, wine . . . I could go on. Before you think we were being all types of glutenous, we would request a smaller size, if possible, and split it allowing our stomachs not to swell too much before diving into another locale. There was no rhyme or reason to the choosing of our stops. Eh, actually you could say we chose the books by its covers. If their featured entree displayed on the chalkboard sidewalk sign enticed our taste buds, it was something we hadn’t yet had while in Rome and the outdoor seating provided an awesome backdrop and shade as a reprieve from the sun, a second later we were requesting a table for two.
At some point that afternoon after free limoncello shots and enjoying the freedom of walking the streets with beer in hand, we found ourselves back in front of the Pantheon. If you’re facing the Pantheon, to the right are three restaurants that spill out onto the plaza. The one in the middle, Di Rienzo, boasted a seafood risotto. Done.
Of course, a classic The Harrises of Chicago photo –
Have a beautiful weekend!