Day 2 of my family’s visit to Rome found us lunching in a bustling trattoria called Luzzi after our visit to the Colosseum. We had just been served when I made a catastrophic error which I should’ve known better not to do. There was a bowl of Parmesan in front of me and I sprinkled some on top of the veal. Our waitress, a rambunctious woman who peered down her glasses at us as we ordered–not unlike my favorite professor at Brandeis used to when you were struggling to analyze a passage in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales–saw me commit this heinous act and practically swooned with grief. My understanding of Italian is pretty basic at this point, and my parents’ even less so, but all of us understood perfectly the terrible thing I had just done. Parmesan is NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, for putting on a plate of veal (it was cooked in Marsala, so there really was no place for the cheese). I apologized profusely, she sighed deeply, and turned around in a huff.
Anyways, here is Rome, Day 2; check out the map at the end of the post to see exactly where Luzzi is (and don’t put Parmesan on your veal).
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