As we walk around Italy, it seems that many Italians are talking to each other about food and eating. I can’t blame them, what we eat next is on my mind after every place we stop. Given our toddler-level Italian, I suppose it could also be that they’re saying something else that sounds like “mangia,” but that definitely seems less likely.
We’re staying in the Testaccio area of Rome and have gotten to know several restaurants in the neighborhood. From cacio e pepe, amazing sandwiches at Trapizzino, and pizza, to a lot of gelato, we’ve eaten well this first week.
We also found another ossuary at the Capuchin Crypt. The story of Francis of Assisi and the Capuchin monks was a fascinating lead up to seeing the crazy sanctuaries of bones. It is highly questionable that the same monks who don’t want to see bare shoulders in church would be ok digging up the dead to decorate a church, but they’re definitely selling it. And to use a quote from Marquis de Sade celebrating the place like they do seems a bit like quoting Jeffrey Dahmer on the book jacket of your cookbook – “thanks, but I think I’ll pass.” Incredible to see, nonetheless. Unfortunately, no photos or bare arms are allowed inside.
From here, we’re off to the Amalfi coast for a few days.
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| Our first date in Europe at Restaurante Angelina a Testaccio, where the bowls could also be wash basins |
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| All sandwiches should be triangles |
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| This guy became an incredible meal |
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| It looks like bird poop, but the pistachio McFlurry is actually good |
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| Photo from Google Maps, taken by David Mariani (who’s either sly with the camera or had special permission from the Crypt) |
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