Eating Eternally
I am convinced that there is no better place in the world to eat other than Roma. Joyce and I at at a restaurant called Navona last night. Our table was right in the piazza. We had an amazing view of the fountain, the street vendors, the roving musicians, and all the people who frequent the square in the middle of a Friday evening. This is the first meal I decided to splurge on. After eating pizza twice, a Panini, arancina, and carbonara, it was time for some pesca di mare. Sea bass and potatoes to be precise. And it was quite nice. Joyce had a pesto spaghetti. If I was eating the same meal in Seattle, I probably would have critiqued it a bit more. Instead, in Rome, eating isn’t just about satisfying your appetite and taste buds. It’s about good company. It’s about getting your table before sunset, and walking out satisfied under the stars. It’s about smiling at vendors selling goofy products like laser pointers, frayed roses, and handbags. It’s about enjoying a serenade or four – no need to tip everyone, maybe just your favorite. Dining, especially for dinner, is not about snapping your fingers at your server, it’s about enjoying the real estate you have and striking up a long conversation while your food comes to you. Food isn’t cheap. But the experience can be priceless. Our first two dinners in Rome probably lasted a collective four hours. Remember when you eat in this city, come hungry, wear your patience on your sleeve, and try something other than gelato for dessert.
I am convinced that there is no better place in the world to eat other than Roma. Joyce and I at at a restaurant called Navona last night. Our table was right in the piazza. We had an amazing view of the fountain, the street vendors, the roving musicians, and all the people who frequent the square in the middle of a Friday evening. This is the first meal I decided to splurge on. After eating pizza twice, a Panini, arancina, and carbonara, it was time for some pesca di mare. Sea bass and potatoes to be precise. And it was quite nice. Joyce had a pesto spaghetti. If I was eating the same meal in Seattle, I probably would have critiqued it a bit more. Instead, in Rome, eating isn’t just about satisfying your appetite and taste buds. It’s about good company. It’s about getting your table before sunset, and walking out satisfied under the stars. It’s about smiling at vendors selling goofy products like laser pointers, frayed roses, and handbags. It’s about enjoying a serenade or four – no need to tip everyone, maybe just your favorite. Dining, especially for dinner, is not about snapping your fingers at your server, it’s about enjoying the real estate you have and striking up a long conversation while your food comes to you. Food isn’t cheap. But the experience can be priceless. Our first two dinners in Rome probably lasted a collective four hours. Remember when you eat in this city, come hungry, wear your patience on your sleeve, and try something other than gelato for dessert.
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