I read someplace about a restaurant in Rome that was supposed to have a decent American-style breakfast (the priest I was with commented on how they always say “English-style breakfast” here, though). There are several restaurants that attempt to serve this sort of thing, with varying degrees of success. Anyhow, we stopped by this place I had heard about on our way back from St. Peter’s yesterday to check it out, and after inspecting the menu we decided to stay.
Note: “American breakfast” in Rome is about half as big as you get in the States and costs a bit more than twice as much.
Here, scrambled eggs and “bacon”:
The flavors were basically right. The eggs were, in fact, delicious: very light, and well-seasoned. The “bacon” is not really bacon; it is really guanciale, or smoked pork jowl, a very common cut of meat here that is delicious, even if it doesn’t taste exactly like bacon, since it comes from a different part of the pig. The “toast” did not have butter on it and no jam was offered, though I suppose we could have asked for some.
So, a little taste of home – sort of.