Tuesday November 17, 1992 – Rome, Italy
Met Mel for breakfast. Today was his last day at work so most of us went to a small restaurant down the street. I had spaghetti with tomato sauce which was O.K. but not like I would have expected from an Italian restaurant in Italy. After work, Mel and I stopped at a bar and ran into a guy Mel had met over the weekend. The guy was your classic loud mouthed American and seemed a little shady. We all had a couple rounds and Mel’s friend entertained us with his stories. Another guy came by who was friends with the loud guy and this guy was almost as loud. So, things started picking up. Turned out the other guy was married to the woman whose family owned the Hotel San Anselmo so I learned some interesting things about the hotel. Eventually Mel and I decided to leave and go get dinner. The first guy told the second guy to “set us up” with a restaurant that was supposed to be really good. They recommended a dish called Bucatini all’Amatriciana. The bucatini was like fat spaghetti with holes and the Amatricana is one of the best known pasta sauces in Italy. It was excellent and for the second plate, we had scampi which is a type of lobster and was also very good. Our waiter brought out a bottle of very potent liqueur which I drank way too much of. So, by the time we left, we were both feeling pretty good and hoping we could walk without falling on our faces. The bill came to 98,000 Lire which was another record for me. We split the bill and wobbled back to our hotels in the rain.
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