As is the case throughout Italy, I’m sure that Rome has an excellent restaurant and fine dining scene. However, despite having travelled there a number of times, I can’t seem to get past the phenomenal pizza and street food. For budget bites while seeing sights, there’s possibly no better destination in Europe than the Eternal City.
All those museums, churches and such in Rome? Each one is a marvel to behold, but when I’m getting my holiday on they seem to be there for me to merely pass time between meals. Of course, I’m being facetious (but only just). Rome really is a delectable town, and even without its many magnificent attractions and bounty of World Heritage sites, I’d still crave continual repeat visits for the food alone.
As it is though, a stay in Rome presents a weird dichotomy. The cityscape, the reasons tourists from across the globe snap a zillion photos (I’ve never seen more selfie stick action than when I was there a couple of weeks ago), the mindboggling multitude of opportunities to ogle art: that’s all grand, massive, Baroque, over the top stuff. But so much of the food is basic, made of minimal ingredients and served in humble, quaint settings.
Imagine exiting a ginormous ancient church, jammed full of treasures from the Pax Romana to the Renaissance, through an excessively oversized door and onto a cobbled street. Dip round the corner and stoop your head at the entrance of an antiquated and dinky pizzeria, with an age-old wood-fired oven that’s been dishing out edible treasures for decades, possibly centuries. That’s how the Romans appear to do it, and who am I to attempt anything different when I’m on their turf?