When in Rome

Jo has done an exceptional job of curating a list of the best places to eat well ahead of this trip. The problem is that every menu we get is jammed full of must-try items.

After a full day of eating pizza on stoops, pastas in back corners and sipping wine wherever I can get it, we're drunk and near exploding.

How will we survive 20 days of this?

"Apply moderation" some might suggest.

Those sickos don't understand the cost of moderation in Rome. What if I don't take that extra bite of cacio e pepe and I miss a key moment of gastronomical bliss? This city has no place for restraint. We valiantly wade knee-deep through a barrage of delicate sauces, wafer thin crusts and cheese that stretches well into the night.

When in Rome, I say.