Cotoletta di pollo e pomadoro. Sandwhich with mayo, lettuce, pomedoro, petto di tacchino. Plums. Morettis. Later on we had pizza coperta - Foccacia with tomato sundried.
I don't remember this hotel much. Well, it was not a hotel, it was a sort of convent that let you stay there. It was so great. Clean, quiet. All we wanted. And free breakfast (not much, but still). Prosciutto crudo, focaccia, cheese, tomato. Handful of beers: Beck's, DAB, Moretti, Leffe. Plums.
This was our breakfast. Bread and coffee. That's all you need.
Following a long visit to the Vatican museum we lunched here. Grilled eggplant with sliced turkey breast—tasy, but not enough. Rissotto with tomatoes (light sauce) and potatoe. And of course some Red wine
Aaron had some Gorgonzalla and salami. Sofia had Mushroom and sauce and Sausage and Cheese.
Moretti Baffo’d Oro beer for both. Yummy,
we scarfed it down in the campo surrounded by expensive restaurants
full of people paying way too much for subpar food (probably). We ate on the foot of
the statute in the center with the rest of Rome’s degenerates.
Before this trip we were living in NYC, so we were used to waiting in lines for pizza. We know a good pizza is worth a wait. The place was packed. The pizzas took forever, and the
crust was too thin for our liking, but still very good. We had a 1/2 litre of red wine. Sofia had a fungui y procutto and I a capricciosa. Our host in Rome said he
needs threee to fill him. See it is not just fat Americans. I should have ordered another one.