Left to our own devices Mark and I are pretty dull. We do the same things over and over again. We eat at the same places over and over again. It usually takes a visitor to shake things up. A few weeks ago when Saskia was in Rome we took advantage of her exploring energy and tried the new cafe at Rome's Opera house.
Run by the same team behind Marzapane, the Caffe del'Opera is
Mark ordered polpette di bollito, which are deep fried shreds of beef stew, served elegantly in a row. I had a thin, crisp toast with burrata, roasted tomatoes and rounds of red onion. Saskia's burrata topped red prawn tower was fresh and a wonderful balance of sea-tinged brine and creamy buffalo milk cheese.
Piazza Beniamino Gigli, 7