An impending trip to Rome had me daydreaming of tortellini and tiramisu. The only thing I could do, between ticket-booking and taking-off, was browse the endless food blogs for some tips and recommendations. Surfing one afternoon I came across this sentence: Every Thursday mama makes pillow-like gnocchi.
When Thursday in Rome finally arrived, my travelling companions and I wandered around the Campo-Di-Flori neighborhood looking for the trattoria promising “pillow-like gnocchi”. What we found was not what we expected…