The Last Supper: So our final evening in Rome demanded something special. Something extraordinary, and I had just the thing in mind. But alas, it was not to be. I won’t bore you with the details of what Brian and I shamefully refer to as the “Epic Pork Fail.” All I will say is that it resulted in Brian and I humiliating ourselves by having an embarrassingly loud argument in a public street over a sandwich…And perhaps the singular greatest regret of my life to date; but Idigress…
Anyways we were so beaten down, we just returned to our hotel. Grimly we decided to eat at this corner restaurant that we passed by every day, but never entered. Turns out this was the mother of all great restaurants. First off, it was one of those long forgotten places where the waiters don’t give you a menu, nor do they need to write anything down.
Our waiter took one look at our sad faces, and brought a bottle of Merlot to the table straightaway. And from there, the night just got better and better. We really didn’t eat anything fancy or complicated – just homemade pasta with baby shrimp in tomato sauce, and baked fish with roasted potatoes. With that being said though, that had to be one of the single best meals I have ever eaten.
And so, with the kids happily digging into their pasta and fish; Brian and I sat amidst the candlelight and toasted one another over our cleverness for finding such a place. For our last supper in Rome, it was “as good as it gets.”
Ristorante Rinaldi…culinary extraordinaire.
Yes, it’s actually this yellow all over. Sorry no pics of the First Course- we inhaled that pasta dish so fast, I couldn’t snap the photo fast enough.
Baked fish with roasted potatoes…
Served table side.
What makes this dish so phenomenal is that it’s got like maybe 5 ingredients to it… fish, potatoes, salt, pepper, and olive oil.