We had just finished walking the streets of Carnavalle in Rome at the Piazza De Popolo heading back to the Roma Termini when Jim suggested a we stop for a bite to eat. We decided on a (....) a cozy little place that surely would remind anyone of Italy. The staff was courteous and our server spoke English as we practiced our Italian.
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The tradition of eating Pizza is with a knife and fork - I tried this and well after seeing a 10 year old Italian boy go for it with is itty bitty fingers, I had to acquiesce. The Pizza was fair to good on this occasion. The Risotto was I guess a 3 star - the taste was just ok. But tonight I am having homemade Risotto and I will then be able to let you know if I am a Risotto guy.
Our meal and the atmosphere was a good experience - but by far the meals we have had at the homes of Italian gay family have been superior.
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