(Backwards blogging until I get caught up.)
When Elizabeth and Richard were in town in 1963 filming Cleopatra, they used to eat often at Taverna Flavia. Good enough reason to try it out? Not really, but we wanted something in the hood that wasn’t lousy with Americans. This place fit the bill perfectly. Not a word of English in sight. NAM’s Elizabeth salad–buffalo mozarrella, shrimp, cherrry tomatoes (the kind with flavour, which is generally what they have in Roma) on a bed of arugala–was good, as was my swordfish & rocket. The swordfish was smoked and sliced thinly, (just like yesterday’s smoked tuna at Cul de Sac, but you’ll have to wait to hear about that. The Vermentino I ordered turned out to be gone, so we made do with a nice Collio Chardonnay instead. For primi, NAM had rigatoni with pesto and tomatoes, and I had a kick-ass cacio e peppe (which I have not yet had at the New York restaurant of the same name, but which I will now have to try). Fruit, coffee, perfetto. Back into the 31C furnace.