“The only thing I like better than talking about food is eating it.” ~ John Walters
– View from the Dome of St. Peter’s Basilica –
Snapshot No. 4 Take a Number and Order Fast!
The pizza place was super chaotic. No bigger than a small room, with an unstable, tall table crushed into the corner next to a cold case. People pushing in towards the counter, waving numbers, and trekking back and forth to see the kinds of pizza. Lots of shouting in Italian, and the quick-moving workers were a flurry of motion, swiftly measuring and cutting the pizza with big, heavy metal scissors. “This much? That much? Which one?” They motioned with the scissors, deftly slicing the pizza, throwing it in the toaster oven for a few minutes before sliding it out, fast onto a paper plate, weighing it, and yelling out the price. The pizza was a revelation – more like focaccia dough with toppings, melting bits of cheese, cherry tomatoes sliced in half and layered onto the top, sprinkled with hot peppers. I had the salmon pizza, smoked salmon and dill and arugula, and the simple Pomodoro one, just tomatoes and cheese on focaccia. And we ate while walking to the Vatican, and it was the perfect lunch.