I really don't like crowds. Or general chaos. I know that does make living in Rome kind of a challenge right? I also don't really enjoy food shopping on the weekend. It feels a little too much like work when I should be playing somehow. The thing is I do love farmers markets. But, after a couple particularly unruly visits this past summer, I just stopped going. I found it so much calmer to shop from the back of a truck or an elegant butcher shop and buy my vegetables from my local fruttavendolo. In solitude. With no pushing. This past weekend my pal Elizabeth insisted she had a solution for me.
One of the most elegant stores in Rome is a butcher shop. All gleaming marble and glass cases this is my kind of shopping. I stop here at least once a week to buy a farm raised chicken that I think makes the best roast chicken in Rome and freshly made sausages for Noah's favorite pasta dish when he is in town.
We have been going to the movies. A lot. Usually our movie going is a once every few weeks affair that happens on a Saturday afternoon with a cocktail and a hamburger afterwards. But there has been a bounty of films in English this month and my abject fear of missing one of them has led us to discovering something new. The midweek evening movie and dinner. The other delight of this rash of available films to see has been the new locations. We have no longer been limited to the screens of the Nuovo Olimpia and battling the shopping hoards along the via del Corso but have instead strolled over the river to Trastevere and up the road to Piazza Repubblica. This has opened up all kinds of dining opportunities.
The other night after a viewing of the very intense American Sniper, Noah was craving one last plate of carbonara before he headed back to Boston and Mark always wants cacio e pepe. Since we were up near-ish to Termini Da Danilo popped into my head.
The holidays are over. The days are cold. Lazy summer days feel very far away indeed. One of my favorite winter activities is a trip to a museum. While Noah was back in Rome for his school break we saw two terrific shows at two terrific museums in Rome.
Readers of my blog (and anyone who knows me) know that I love going to the movies. I would go everyday if I could. Or at the very least once a week. That is not so easy here in Rome where most films are dubbed. I can't bear it; The strange timing, the voices are all wrong, the whole dubbing thing is an abomination and gives me a headache. I would much rather read subtitles.
Since the tragic shuttering of the Metropolitan years ago, finding a film in English or original language is like a game of whack-a-mole. Just when it seems like one theater has signed onto the whole version originale thing they abruptly stop (Greenwich theater in Testaccio I am looking at you.) The winter months are usually a boon for great film going with new offerings almost every week. Here are my favorite places and a few resources for finding original language movies in Rome.