Italian food

I have had the best of food and the worst of food in my various Italian adventures and Rome was no exception.

From tourist-level carbonara, thick and gluggy, average pizza (how is that even possible?) tough, leathery mozzarella and fairly inedible fettuccini, the bad stuff was definitely available. Ah, the joys of being a tourist.

As always, local knowledge can’t be beaten as we enjoyed an aperitif on a fabulous rooftop terrace listening to church bells before dining at a family-owned local restaurant in the Campo del Fiori where there was melting buratta, warm chicory with fried Roman cheese, soft delicate Roman artichoke (a huge step up from Jerusalem as a variety) fresh bruschetta with ripe Italian tomatoes and finally a carbonara worthy of being called Italian.

It was worth it in the end!