Pizza, Pizza, Pizza

Let's face it, this is clearly the easiest way for me to get your mouths watering over a bit of old school Italian cuisine. Pastas come in all different shapes, sizes, sauces, but beginning with pizzas (of which I have apparently eaten many more than have photographed) let's us keep things nice and simple. In Rome there is really only one way to have a pizza, it isn't a quick slice of New York City style Ray's  nor is it deep dish as my Chicago roommate might add, it's always thin, always an individual "pie" and NEVER cut...that part is left to the ingenuity of the eater. There are a billion different toppings to add to your own pizza, I tend to keep it simple. Here are some photos of some of the best pizzas I have had so far in Rome (I still have quite a few more places I know I have to try), so stay tuned! 

Serafini, Via della Pace, Piazza Navona (served melting hot on a traditional wooden plate)

Pizzeria San Marco, Via Tacito 29 (with thinly sliced eggplant) 

Pizza and Pasta fagioli

beginning

Let me begin this blog with a quote from one of the foodies of all foodies and chef of all chefs, Julia Child, who once said, “life itself is the proper binge.” An appropriate way to begin a blog that will trace the meals I eat and love throughout my time in Rome, with a few innovative interruptions from other places in my travels. I  won’t pretend to be a food critic…and thus you will probably find that I will hardly discriminate or find a bad meal during my travels…that said, I am sharing only the things that in the moment before I ate them inspired me enough, in one way or the other, to shamefully snap a picture before digging in.