You might think, from reading this blog, that my life is equally divided between going out to amazing restaurants or staying and home and cooking up delicious meals. But there is a third option, and one I never write about. Take out. Or takeaway. Or takeout. Or however you spell it or say it in your country.
In Rome, when it comes to most food, take away is a relatively rare and recent concept. No one has a kitchen drawer full of menus to choose from. While some Chinese and Japanese restaurants have recently made it possible to eat in front of the TV, there has, traditionally, been only one thing available ‘to go’: pizza.
Every neighborhood has their local pizzeria, and they are always willing to box up your pie . (the boxes themselves are worth collecting)
So, at the end of a tiring day when cooking is out of the question, and even sitting in a restaurant and letting someone else do the work seems like just too much effort, we head to our local pizzeria and get pizza to go.
The drill: by pass the tables and head directly to the oven, flag down a waiter, and have him place your order, via a scribbled piece of paper, on the counter in front of the pizzaiolo. In the meantime go to the cashier to pay, and by the time you get back your pizza is just about done. It’s that quick.
The rest is pretty easy. Grab your box, walk home, slice it up and settle down in front of the TV. Don’t forget to pick up a beer.
Because I know you’re going to ask: this is my preferred pizza, at Alle Carette , which is on not menu and which I have them make especially for me: marinara with onions, garlic and anchovies.
Via Madonna dei Monti 95