The other day after class had finished, two girls and I decided to explore the Jewish Ghetto of Rome. After pondering Octavius's Portico, the remains of the primary street that Jewish people inhabited before WWII and the children's school built in 1910, we decided to enjoy the delicacies they had to share.
We sat down and enjoyed a delicious meal of fried zucchini blossoms and artichokes for antipasti. We were especially glad that the restaurant offered a brochure explaining how to make the artichokes ourselves. Considering that they need to be floating in oil in order to be fully and correctly cooked, it appears as though we may need to purchase them when our cravings arrive rather than make them ourselves. Our apartments didn't provide us with the cookware necessary, and our wallets don't provide us with money for the large amount of oil.
After polishing off the antipasti, we each ordered falafel, which had a delicious sesame sauce and cucumber, tomatoes, and lettuce to go with the balls of chickpeas. They were the spiciest thing I have had since coming to Italy and I loved the excitement in my mouth.
To finish, we each had a piece of challah bread, which seemed burnt on the top but was perfectly baked. There were walnuts, dates, raisins, and cherry treats inside and it reminded me of a kind of coffee cake my mom orders for Christmas morning. The shop selling the bread had a GamberoRosso seal on the door so we knew it would be good, and the shop definitely delivered.
The Jewish Ghetto was a great learning experience and I am definitely going back soon to load up on more of their authentic meals.
-Sarah
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