You know how when you were in high school, you’d gaze longingly at your boyfriend’s picture during the summer months while you were separated by those boring family vacations or sleep-away camps, yearning — as only teenage girls can yearn — for his return?
Well, that’s me when I’m not in Rome. A crazed yearner! But it’s not a lover I’m pining away for. It’s food, glorious Roman food. It’s spaghetti alla carbonara and rigatoni all’amatriciana, abbacchio al forno, as they can only be done in Rome. I torture myself daily with my stockpile of photos taken table side, such as this one: coniglio (rabbit) with olives and points of bruschetta in a luscious winey sauce. I would have jumped right in had the bowl been a bit wider and my dining companion not a member of the italian aristocracy.
If you journey south of Rome to the Castello di Fumone restaurant in the medieval town of Fumone, such intense dining pleasure can be yours.
I just can’t promise the marquis.