Tuesday, July 27, 2010

da due ciccioni

During my last week in Rome, I went to this restaurant called Da | Due Ciccioni (Two Fat Men), which is not really a real restaurant but a sort of hole in the wall on some little street in Trastevere. Apparently there is a stove right in the middle of the restaurant, but I ate outside so I never got to see it. Plus there is a dog. There's no menus and you pay 25 euros then the fat man (the other one died...) brings you whatever he's cookin that day. You can choose the type of pasta and the type of meat, I think. It's a lot of food, wine, limoncello and grappa (if you're into grappa and limoncello, I guess). I wore wet laundry because my damp laundry was the one clean thing I had that wouldn't squish my stomach

I still don't really know what this was. It was like carroty potatoes? I have no idea. It was wonderful though.

Bruschetta con pomodori


Caccio e pepe (pecorino romano and pepper)

Pancetta and cheese, I think

You can figure this one out

Chicken in some balsamic-y sauce, if I remember it correctly. I just know that it was good.

Now that I've been home for a while and had my cheddar cheese, tacos, hamburgers, sushi, and breakfast, I miss Rome so so much. EVERYTHING!!! Spicy Panella cheese, the sweaty, squishy #64 bus to Termini, dumb cobblestones, gelato and pizza for breakfast and lunch. It makes me want to throw up when I think about it. You know what I mean?

1 comment:

brooke said...

I hear ya .. the old stomach pump. Great food.. but in Rome.