Escape to Rome

Last thursday the Husband casually suggested we go to London for the weekend. Flight schedules and hotel prices for London weren't right so we decided on Rome instead. A few clicks here and there on the internet and a couple of hours later we were strolling along Via Giulia. Hooray to last minute flight fares. Sadly, in one and a half days, there were only three meals to be had, five if you count breakfast. Here's the lowdown:

• Friday night, very late: pizza al taglio and beer at a small place near Piazza Navona when none of the restaurants would accomodate us for dinner;
• Saturday morning: cappucino and cornetto at San'Eustachio;
• Saturday lunch (see picture): rigatoni cacio e pepe, involtini di manzo and puntarelle at Trattoria Augusto in Trastevere - my absolute favourite ;
• Saturday dinner: carciofi alla romana, linguine alici e pecorino and sogliola alla griglia at Il Beppone at the Quirinale;
• Sunday breakfast: same as saturday, the Husband was immediately smitten with the coffee at San'Eustachio and wanted more;
• Sunday lunch: antipasto misto of cured meats, stuffed peperoncini and buffalo mozzarella, tortellini in brodo and bollito misto at Il Bolognese in the Piazza del Popolo - all very nice but definitely too much of a good thing. No more meat for the rest of the week, please.

Should I ever only have time for one meal in Rome (God forbid) I'd go to Augusto. The place is not glamorous or even pretty with its rickety tables covered in large sheets of paper and its neon lights. But who cares about decor. At Augusto, the food does all the talking. And I'd be willing to listen any time.