Vive la Italiano!

Michael & Barb,

I start recounting the night's meal by saying I'm not proud of what I did. But I enjoyed it :)

But first, a series of family stories that may amuse you, knowing the principles.

A sign you've been traveling together too long web the pre dinner discussion was about applying more deodorant after a long day of walking (at that point almost 12,000 steps by my Fitbit). TMI!

Then there was the discussion about why K keeps getting emails from "Seffridges" --sounds a lot like suffragettes-- (answer, I used her phone to log into their WiFi looking for EH when we were there Thursday night looking for more wedgewood) & EH practically yells in annoyance "it's Selfridges! It's another Chipotle!" See it annoys both children when the parental units pronounce it chip-ol-te.:) Turns out in England they even have an advertising campaign about "we don't care how you pronounce it..."

And then the classic EH at dinner. "Do you think we'll here the same bullshit tomorrow about how Michelangelo was the first to depict Jesus like that?"when asked if she knew of other examples she said "in medieval class we saw all kinds of Anglo-Saxon paintings depicting a six pack Jesus."

Now to the food. My primi--

They didn't have lasagna. You see, this restaurant, Felice, had a different set of items for each day of the week. "The lasagna gone at lunch" I was told.

I was good & ordered salad for my second course. K & EH weren't.






Instead they had this:

Yes, the classic carbonara. Discussion ensued as to whether it was best they'd ever had, & about the tendency to use American bacon, not prosciutto. Disappointment about no peas. LOL

At the next tables the waiter kept bringing this pasta topped with parmesan, then they stirred at the table with a spoon and fork. I ate some of my salad as EH had this--

And K had this:

And I ate salad; I may have mooed a bit at K (a long tradition from me when someone eats veal). . Finally, I asked her what it was "house specialty, cacio  e pepe-- I tried to get you to order earlier." I ordered it. I'm ashamed. 

Don't tell my cardiologist. 

K & EH split their house tiramisu, which they determined wasn't as good as the night before's (they are taste testing tiramisu across Rome)..

But it was a very interesting place: the woman at the next table kept her pug on the chair next to her for dinner (I don't think it got its own plate of meatballs). 

Now to digest, rest, & prepare for Frank. Good night.