My First Real Carbonara in Rome: The Day I Learned to Never Use Cream
It was raining in Rome. I was lost in Trastevere, a maze of cobblestone streets, with no umbrella and an empty stomach.I ducked into a tiny trattoria with only six tables. No menu in English. An old lady, probably the owner’s mother, saw me shivering and pointed at a steaming plate at the next table.
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