Today was the day I sang for my supper or more precisely, spoke for my travel and hotel. As I said yesterday, we’re located nowhere near Rome, in a mixed-use “new town” that is quite frankly, pretty ghastly. When I went to run/walk/limp, I asked the concierge where to go; he answered that I should stick to the property and not wander off to other parts of the huge area - where Al Italia and Toyota Italy were located - because of the “wild ducks.” “Wild ducks, so what,” I said, “they won’t bother me.” So I set forth and once outside saw what he meant – “wild dogs.” OK. Back to “the property.”
I’m sure my Mother’s Grand Tour had “days off,” but somehow I was frustrated being so near but so far from the action in Rome. But I was a good soldier and soldiered on. Gave talk, took crazy/off the wall questions, and allowed myself to eat not once but twice at the Marriott Rome Park’s Brasserie.
The first meal, I started to order the 14 E pasta but the other three Italian guys, who were paying, were all ordering the 39 E filet. OK. They must know something. I order mine blue – crudo – it’s perfect, not bad for Italian beef, with nice grilled winter veggies and some valpollicello. Bill - dunno, they picked up.
Dinner was the pasta with meat sauce – did the trick. In the midst of the meal I started to outline a story and my very attentive waitress appeared with paper – nice touch, even through she charged me for two 30 E special buffets.
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