Rome: the food

After hearing of people's travels in Italy for so long without having actually been there, I was a little convinced that Rome is too much of a clichè compared with the rest of my travel experience. I may have been right, but it's clichè-ness is enchanting. Arguably, there is no better clichè than Italians wearing all black, speaking really loudly, drinking wine, eating lunch for hours, and passing by age-old, beyond impressive monuments as if they were just any old seven-eleven.

And the food.
the food.
the food.
If you have no interest in history, art, culture, religion, language, archaeology, fashion, or architecture, the food in Rome is still well worth the trip. What makes Italian food so divine? Homemade pasta, fresh tomatoes, homemade tomato sauce, and cheese. Check out some of my favorite meals (of all time, not just of my weekend).

 

spaghetti with pomodoro sauce. classic.

 

bruschetta

 

gnocchi with pomodoro sauce

 

caprese

 

the best meat balls I have ever tasted

 

some kind of a soft, doughy, tomato cheese dish

 

dover sole in lemon sauce

 pasta with eggplant

100% the best lasagna of my life (in Florence)

 raspberry gelato popsicle, with real seeds in it! sour and delicious, even on a rainy day

 parpadelle with wild boar ragu

 biscotti and dessert wine

a medley of spaghetti, salamis and sausage, salads, vegetables, etc. from Gusto, a wonderful Italian brunch buffet

not pictured: hazelnut and pistacchio gelato, octopus salad, 

spaghetti with clams, and countless bottles of italian wine and expresso.

a restaurant's outdoor display: