Arrival and Hotel
We drove in from Lago di Bolsena sometime around 7:00 p.m., expecting to have missed rush hour traffic. Whoops: we landed smack in the middle of it. A friendly taxi driver told us Italians start and finish their workday later, and consequently rush hour traffic runs later. We followed instructions from our GPS and rolled up to our hotel, the Church Palace, oohing and aahing at the gated entrance to the generous and secluded parking around, set several hundred yards back from the Via Aurelia.
Transportation
On our first visit to Rome at St. John’s Terrace in dreary January 2013, we were located within walking distance of several attractions, most notably the Coliseum. But we’d flown in for a long weekend, taken a bus from the airport to the central train/metro station, rode the subway to San Giovanni, and hoofed it from there to the bed-and-breakfast. This time we had a car to park and a longer stay and hordes of tourists with whom to compete. So staying a little further outside Rome’s core made more sense. We opted for a 3-day metro system pass. It seemed like a good deal, covering the subway, trams, and busses for the whole network. We made good use of it, or tried to, anyways: one evening the bus never appeared at a major stop. A bunch of people waited around for it (so we were sure it wasn’t just us misreading the signage). The bus stops give you an indication of the routes, but not how frequently the busses are to be expected. Alas, it is not Germany.
Eats
Sometimes in a new place you try a spot at random in desperation, when you’re hungry, and you’ve been in the car a long time, and you settle for a place that’s close by instead of one of the places you’ve sought out in advance.
You might get lucky. Most often, we don’t. Such was the case our first night in Rome. We took the metro into the city, got off at Barberini, and tromped around for a look. We settled on a place not too far from the stop and pretty quickly wished we hadn’t (like all the rest of these visitors). It wasn’t quite a Bar Liston 12 incident, but it was close. We need to keep reminding ourselves: stick to the list of restaurants you’ve researched in advance or the recommendations gathered from someone you trust.
By contrast, lunch at Colline Emiliane was lovely:
We tried to balance out the meals in Rome with some street food and some fancier, more formal dining. We kept telling ourselves we’d get a salad or try a secondo at the next meal, but that was all wishful thinking. If it was a sit-down restaurant, I don’t think we ever got past the primi.
One evening we rode clear to the end of the subway line and continued via taxi to a restaurant our travel buddy Rachel sought out from some contacts in her home town. We had our trusty guide to Italian food with us (tip o’ the hat to This International Life for that find), but it still didn’t prepare us for the amount of food we accidentally ordered. It was all lovely. Even the grilled mortadella.
At the end of a long day of walking, Supplizio was great for supplì: a cheesy, hefty snack that could turn into dinner.
We stopped in for dinner in the Jewish Ghetto to try out two kinds of artichoke appetizers:
– Carciofi alla Giudia: deep-fried, crispy
– Carciofi alla Romana: braised in olive oil and lemon juice
left: alla Romana,
right: alla Giudia
In summary: all our restaurant and street food experiences were great at the places we researched in advance or for which we had personal recommendations. The spontaneous desperations places were a much higher risk of disappointment.
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