We walked around like the jet lagged tourists we were after arriving in Rome at 8 am Italy time, 1 am Chicago time. I finally had to take a brief nap in our excellent Airbnb in an old building in the atmospheric trastevere neighborhood, with a winding marble staircase, sleek terrazzo floors and window looking out into a high brick courtyard with sheets and the occasional bra hanging from the clotheslines. We managed to eat at a very hard to get into restaurant that we’ve been put off from trying because of the long lines out front. (No reservations taken.)
When we arrived at da Enzo at 5:15 there were only two people in the line. So it was now or never with a wait until the 6:30 opening, short by da Enzo standards. We had fun talking with an American guy and a woman from Mexico City in line.
Also fun to be among the excited early diners and the food was excellent hearty fare and very fresh: stuffed zucchini blossoms, fried artichoke, milky Burrata and cherry tomatoes, meatballs, pasta a Amatriciana with thick crispy pieces of guanciale buried in the red sauce.
Oh and tirimisu. Any wonder I felt dizzy when we walked along the square cobblestones back to our Airbnb on via Della scala (#12). We also found the Italian deli of my dreams, Antica Caciara, on s. Francisco, whichI remember from our last visit with a gorgeous meat and cheese counter where we. Bought pecorino, braesolA, and prosciutto to put in our fridge. Ahhh Roma!
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