Our last night in Rome (Saturday), we hailed a cab (no easy feat) and headed to Alfredo’s for dinner. I needed a helmet cam again – racing through Rome at night, our taxi driver took us into the area around and below the Spanish Steps. The piazza and nearby streets were choked with people. The cabby wove in and out of the masses of people. I’m sure there are other ways to get from Point A to Point B, but he took us this way either to entertain us, entertain himself, or both.
A friend had recommended Alfredo’s. It’s a bit on the campy side, but the point of going is that it is the restaurant that invented Fettuccine Alfredo. So we had to try that – and it was delicious – best ever. The wine list was nondescript, but the second course was fine too. They bring out the Alfredo and finish putting it together at an empty table next to you, so that is fun to watch.
There was a musical duo strolling to different tables. . .one with an accordion and one with a guitar. When they came over, I tipped them to play a song for Julia, who being 14 years old, was squirming in horror that they would sing to her and people may actually be looking. Some of the most effect torture is mental, not physical.
After dinner, we walked to Trevi Fountain, which is a most excellent place to be at night. Packed with people hanging out, but not so bad that you couldn’t move. A sizable crowd, but one that made the place lively, not overcrowded. After a bit, we caught a cab, got some gelatto, and called it a night.
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