My friends and I accidentally started a trend. When we were in England we ate a lot of Italian food. Which was great since our next trip was to Italy. By the end of the trip we decided we should try in each country we visit to eat food from the next country we wanted to travel. And so, the hunt for Irish food was on when we got to Rome.
By the end of the fourth day we were pretty much done with Italian food. I like sauce on my pasta. The Italians do not. Since I was not going to change the culture, I thought it was a good time to change what I was eating. One day while we were walking around the Roman Forum area, we decided to take a side street. This was either an act of divine intervention, or extreme luck. Either way, we found an Irish restaurant just one block from the main street. It took us a couple minutes trying to decide if it was open and where the heck the door was located. Finding the door helped us obtain an answer to the first question.
It was open and it had amazing food. I ordered a roast beef sandwich. Ah, the taste was enough to erase all the bad, no sauce, pasta memories from my taste buds. We ended up going there a couple nights in a row. In fact, the t-shirt I bought from there was the only souvenir I bought for myself while in Rome.
On one of our visits we decided to play some darts. It was rather funny because we had to wait on these two guys to finish playing so we could use the house darts. After their game we got up and took the darts from them. We were pretty sure they were disappointed at the fact we were waiting on the darts, and not to talk to them.
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