What I ate in Rome or, more accurately, what I ate and liked in Rome. Not pictured: a really unfortunate pizza/pasta lunch near the Pantheon, and the pair of pizzas that I just did not love near the Vatican (so we drank a bottle of white wine apiece instead). Definitely pictured: two of the three times we went to Bir & Fud, the hours for which are nigh impossible to find online (they ARE open Sundays, don't be fooled!), which was the source of my favorite pizza of Italy, the eggplant and mushroom and fresh mozzarella delight you see here twice. The final time we went to Bir & Fud was our last night in Italy, after we'd already stuffed our faces on free appetizers at a delightful little place on Piazza Campo Dè Fiori (see: two rounds of Aperol spritz, above!) -- wonderful, wonderful free appetizers -- and neither of us could make much of a dent in our pizza, so I took it home with me. On a plane. The best part was, nobody so much as batted an eye at my carry-on pizza until I got back to Frankfurt, and then everybody wanted a slice. Sorry, no, this pizza is mine. I brought it all the way from Rome! (I did share with Stephen, though, because he was not allowed to come along on my and Ann's friendcation. Tiny consolation prize.)
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