It was our last day in Rome and we decided to explore Trastavere, Rome’s Jewish neighborhood composed of narrow and winding cobblestone streets. On our way home, we noticed a restaurant that was bursting with local diners and, upon seeing a plate of fried artichokes shuttled across the floor, decided to to the unthinkable. We waited over an hour for a table in an unknown restaurant in the middle of nowhere. Actually, that’s something we usually do and often with great reward. Lunch at Trattoria da Enzo remains one of our most memorable meals in Rome. Its warm and homey atmosphere coupled with authentic Roman cuisine is worth the wait and getting lost for a while.
Plenty of time to stare at people already seated.
Sauteed vegetables and sardines.
A simple ziti for the table.
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