from a shepherd outside the gate, so as to save the
octroi , you could have it cooked in a great pot, a certain
amount being charged for the cooking ; and you bought
your wine, as a matter of course, at the inn. The
carters and herds were, he told me, the people who
partook of this repast, and every man ate his own
lamb, leaving little but the bones. I did not go to
that inn. That place of refreshment was at one end
of the social ladder; the Grand, Excelsior, Regina, and
Quirinale are at the other. Set a man down in the
restaurant of the Grand, or of the Excelsior, or in the
Winter Garden of the Quirinale, and there will be
nothing to give him a hint as to whether he is in
London, or Paris, or Rome. He will eat an excellent
dinner- — French in all respects — and will be waited on
by civil waiters, whom he knows to be foreigners, but
who will answer him in English whatever language he
addresses them in. At any of these restaurants an
excellent dinner of ceremony can be given. The
last time that I stayed at the Grand, I ate the table
(Thote dinner on several occasions and found it good.
The Umberto, the San Carlo in the Piazza San Carlo,
and the Colonna in the Piazza Colonna, are the
typical city restaurants ; but they have a leaning
towards the French cuisine. To eat Italian food,
Delle Venete, Via try Delle Venete in the Via Campo
Campo Marzio Marzio, which has a garden. The full
name of this restaurant was Delle Belle Venete, and
it was kept by three sisters, Venetians, the last of
whom died last year. In the summer lunch in the
garden of the Tre Re, hard by the Pantheon, where
you must talk Italian, or else make signs.
Bucci, in the Piazza della Coppelle, is the Scott’s
Bucci, Piazza or Driver’s of Rome, and you can dine
della Coppelle or lunch there off shell-fish soup, and
the fish which comes from Anzio and the other fishing
villages of the coast.
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There is a curious restaurant close by the station —
Vagliani is, I fancy, the owner — where artichokes are
the staple fare, and where the decorations are in
keeping with the food. You will find the foreign
colony of art students — Danes, Norwegians, Germans
| — in the restaurants of the Via delle Croce. The
Scandinivo is an excellent little cheap restaurant, which
sends out dinners to the neighbouring scandinivo, Via
apartments. The diplomatists and Porta Pinciana.
such of the society folk of Rome who remain in the
city in summer often dine on the terrace of the
Castello Constantino, high on one of the hills. Of
course there are Roman dishes without number, and
these are some of the best known of them : — ✪ Pasticcio di Maccheroni
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from a shepherd outside the gate, so as to save the octroi , you could have it cooked in a great pot, a certain amount being charged for the cooking ; and you bought your wine, as a matter of course, at the inn. The carters and herds were, he told me, the people who partook of this repast, and every man ate his own lamb, leaving little but the bones. I did not go to that inn. That place of refreshment was at one end of the social ladder; the Grand, Excelsior, Regina, and Quirinale are at the other. Set a man down in the restaurant of the Grand, or of the Excelsior, or in the Winter Garden of the Quirinale, and there will be nothing to give him a hint as to whether he is in London, or Paris, or Rome. He will eat an excellent dinner—French in all respects—and will be waited on by civil waiters, whom he knows to be foreigners, but who will answer him in English whatever language he addresses them in. At any of these restaurants an excellent dinner of ceremony can be given. The last time that I stayed at the Grand, I ate the table d'hote dinner on several occasions and found it good. The Umberto, the San Carlo in the Piazza San Carlo, and the Colonna in the Piazza Colonna, are the typical city restaurants; but they have a leaning towards the French cuisine. To eat Italian food, Delle Venete, Via try Delle Venete in the Via Campo Campo Marzio Marzio, which has a garden. The full name of this restaurant was Delle Belle Venete, and it was kept by three sisters, Venetians, the last of whom died last year. In the summer lunch in the garden of the Tre Re, hard by the Pantheon, where you must talk Italian, or else make signs.
Bucci, in the Piazza della Coppelle, is the Scott’s Bucci, Piazza or Driver’s of Rome, and you can dine della Coppelle or lunch there off shell-fish soup, and the fish which comes from Anzio and the other fishing villages of the coast.
Italy 265
There is a curious restaurant close by the station — Vagliani is, I fancy, the owner — where artichokes are the staple fare, and where the decorations are in keeping with the food. You will find the foreign colony of art students—Danes, Norwegians, Germans—in the restaurants of the Via delle Croce. The Scandinivo is an excellent little cheap restaurant, which sends out dinners to the neighbouring scandinivo, Via apartments. The diplomatists and Porta Pinciana. such of the society folk of Rome who remain in the city in summer often dine on the terrace of the Castello Constantino, high on one of the hills. Of course there are Roman dishes without number, and these are some of the best known of them : —
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