The walk from Termini to the hotel
Say cheese!Stay Rebel?? What the heck does that mean?
Say cheese!Stay Rebel?? What the heck does that mean?
Night in the city looks pretty to me..
On our second night in Rome, we decided to go to a little jazz club just a short Metro ride away. So we went off into the night, onto the subway, and up into the streets of Rome which never varied much, lovely older buildings, never over six or seven stories, cafes on the sidewalks everywhere, people in the streets at all hours. We arrived at the club but it didn't open until eleven PM, so we decided to grab a bite at a unique restaurant we had walked past, a place called, in English, "Stay Rebel." Over the somewhat western looking bar were the words "ready steady rock and roll." What a fun time we had there, a kitschy empty place trying to be an American steakhouse, perhaps like Longhorn. There was a poster of Elvis on one wall, the front end of a 57 Chevy on another, license plates from various states incorporated into the decor. The menu included something called a "cheeseburger," which we all ordered (well, maybe Ray ordered a pizza, I can't remember). Our waitress was an adorable girl from Romania who spoke a lot of English and put up with our incessant questions and almost total lack of Italian. When our cheeseburgers came, they were bunless and strangely un-beef- like. We asked where the buns were and she told us that was different, that was a"sandwich," which we apparently had not ordered. When we asked if the meat was beef, she said it was "little beef"...that is, veal. We ended up spending the entire evening there, almost the only customers, laughing and drinking and eating little beef. Oh, and there was the mustard incident...we tried to get some mustard for our bunless veal cheeseburgers, and suceeded with ketchup and mayo, but mustard seemed beyond our limited communication ability. Finally our determined waitress consulted the bartender and came back with little plastic packets of.........SENAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "Senape" became our buzzword for the rest of the trip. We skipped the jazz club all together and ended our evening on the rooftop terrace of the hotel.
On our second night in Rome, we decided to go to a little jazz club just a short Metro ride away. So we went off into the night, onto the subway, and up into the streets of Rome which never varied much, lovely older buildings, never over six or seven stories, cafes on the sidewalks everywhere, people in the streets at all hours. We arrived at the club but it didn't open until eleven PM, so we decided to grab a bite at a unique restaurant we had walked past, a place called, in English, "Stay Rebel." Over the somewhat western looking bar were the words "ready steady rock and roll." What a fun time we had there, a kitschy empty place trying to be an American steakhouse, perhaps like Longhorn. There was a poster of Elvis on one wall, the front end of a 57 Chevy on another, license plates from various states incorporated into the decor. The menu included something called a "cheeseburger," which we all ordered (well, maybe Ray ordered a pizza, I can't remember). Our waitress was an adorable girl from Romania who spoke a lot of English and put up with our incessant questions and almost total lack of Italian. When our cheeseburgers came, they were bunless and strangely un-beef- like. We asked where the buns were and she told us that was different, that was a"sandwich," which we apparently had not ordered. When we asked if the meat was beef, she said it was "little beef"...that is, veal. We ended up spending the entire evening there, almost the only customers, laughing and drinking and eating little beef. Oh, and there was the mustard incident...we tried to get some mustard for our bunless veal cheeseburgers, and suceeded with ketchup and mayo, but mustard seemed beyond our limited communication ability. Finally our determined waitress consulted the bartender and came back with little plastic packets of.........SENAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "Senape" became our buzzword for the rest of the trip. We skipped the jazz club all together and ended our evening on the rooftop terrace of the hotel.
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