Campo dei Fiori, Rome. Just outside the door of the first apartment at which we stayed, and the source of raw material for much self-catering. It is said you can’t find a bad meal in Italy. This is true. As long as you want Italian food. If you want other kinds of food, it’s not that it’s bad, it’s just not there. Piazza Navona. Who wouldn’t eat here and look at fountains?It’s not strictly food, but we bought a little machine from this Nespresso store at the foot of the Spanish Steps. We’ve been packing it around with us.
Our beige-food Thanksgiving dinner in Rome, with “punky pie.” At the Hard Rock Cafe. Where else?
Rum Baba in Naples. Baba cakes soaked in (duh) rum. We ate them. Fresh fish and spaghetti vongole in Sorrento. Gelato in brioche — with whipped cream, of course. Both the gelataria and the brioche delivery system were recommended. All gelato is good, but this gelatria proved all gelato is not equal.Peas, pine nuts, onions, pomegranates, and grains, some toasted, recovered from Herculaneum. We didn’t eat these, but 2,000 years ago we could have. Our philosophy of life. On a napkin.