Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing. We've eaten a lot of pizza and pasta and pig in the last week. Today we stumbled upon the Jewish quarter in Rome and decided we'd go back for dinner. I heard talk of crispy fried artichokes so tonight we set off along the river to Nonna Betta's which is apparently the place. It was great fun, and S didn't even manage to say,"Cosa mi consiglia?" (what do you recommend?) before the waiter had us sorted. While we waited we watched the opening of a Jewish Sushi bar next door (talk about fusion) and watched the Nonnas shuffle past in their lace dresses and running shoes while a fashionable young roman fed his dog sushi with chopsticks.
Afterwards we walked along the riverbank where there were more foosball tables and bars and places to watch the final of the world cup tonight. Go Argentina! Any criminals hatching a plan should go-go-go tonight. All the police are in bars watching the game!
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