Rome, The Eternal City
Due Café (which means espresso, duh)
Yes, again.
Meccanismo, Piazza Trilussa 34, Trastevere
Close to our place in Trastevere was the St. Francis Church, which housed the man himself at one point. It is home of the sculpture “Ecstasy of the Blessed Ludovica Albertoni,” by Bernini, also what Yennie calls the “orgasm statue.” Come on Bernini, we know what you were doing, dude.
We then set out to get some food! We headed over to the nearby market, which we found curiously closed. Thinking we went into some kind of time warp, we then went to check out the famous deli Volpetti, which was also closed! And little kids, walking around everywhere with their parents? What gives? It turns out we were in the midst of The Feast of St. Peter and Paul, which is celebrated only primarily in Rome, which meant almost everything was going to be closed today. What to do?
Dejected, we recamped at the nearby Tram Depot, where we both got some strange-yet-tasty fruit & yogurt shakes and some strangely tasty sliced-bread chicken salad sandwiches.
When nothing in Rome is open, you can always count on an American institution to keep theirs doors open. In that case, what better to do than visit Eataly! It happened to be located close to the nearby metro stop, so we made our way on over. Yennie was in food heaven once again: so much food, from aisles of fresh veggies to pickled mushrooms, to an entire section dedicated to fried foods; a pizza bar, seafood bar, and pasta bar; and a veggie-focused restaurant all located on one of three floors. We went to the veggie place and after an inordinate amount of time were served a tasty pea cream soup and a quinoa salad mixture, beautifully presented. We hatched a plan to do dinner at home, buying a chicken there for a cold main and some nice lettuces.
Yennie made a very delicious meal at our AirBnB back home, which we also had with a 4€ wine bottle.
Afterwards, we went out to Baccano, this time again with Elizabeth and Colleen. Bryan ordered the Herbalistas, Yennie got the Acapulco Piña, among a few others. We then sauntered over to Monti, and found a hilarious campy-classy bar and ordered some awkward wines while listening to some trashy Italian dance music.
Herbalistas
Fernet, St. Germain, lime, ginger beer.
Baccano, Via delle Muratte, 23, near Trevi Fountain
