I had such a glorious lunch on Thursday. The kind of lunch that you might want to get on a plane and come to Rome just to eat.
To tell you how I got there, you must know that since arriving in Italy, I have become obsessed with carbonara. I’ve never liked the dish in America (too creamy and alfredo-like most times I’ve tried it), but here, I could eat it at every meal. The sauce is so light and velvety and meaty and delicious, even at restaurants where the food is otherwise disappointing [Update: I’ve since had a very bad version of carbonara in a restaurant with a very good reputation, making good carbonara an even better find.]
Naturally, though, since I’m in Rome, I wanted to take my carbonara experience to the next level. Being the internet lover that I am, I started searching all over for what was considered the best place to get carbonara in Rome. One restaurant repeatedly came up: Roscioli, a salumeria near Campo de’ Fiori.
So I tried to go for lunch two days in a row, successfully scoring a table on my second try. I was seated with a cheese case on my left and a wall of assorted wines on my right, which if you know me, means I had already died and gone to heaven.
It gets better. As a “welcome,” my waiter (clad in a beautiful pair of Gucci pants) brought me a plate of goodies from the salumeria/cheese counter.
As I was seated face to face with the cheese counter, I’d already observed that the cheeses ran sometimes up to 95 Euros/kg, so I was truly excited to get to try one. It did not disappoint. Note to self: go back here to pick up meats & cheese to serve to out of town guests and pretend I eat like this all the time.
Then my carbonara arrived, and I can tell you that without having taken a bite, I knew I would agree with all my internet friends out there who’d sung its praises.
It’s made with all gourmet ingredients from their salumeria, the merits of which I could not even begin to tell you about besides that they are completely and totally delicious. The guanciale is cubed and super crisp and undoubtedly the most memorably fantastic part of the experience.
Lastly, my glamorous waiter capped off the meal by bringing a plate of cookies with a side of hot, melted chocolate.
Roscioli is probably not the kind of place you take yourself out for lunch on a random Thursday. The service is impeccable and I’ve heard they have a gorgeous downstairs wine cellar that you can dine beside. So it’s actually a really elegant choice for a date night. But don’t worry: I’ll be doing that too!