Restaurant in Rome
 

Can anyone help? I am looking for a restaurant in Rome that I went to in 1998. It is a small family-run restaurant; whilst on ground level it looks like a wine-cellar: very cosy & authentic. It is in a smallish square; one of my companions said it was west walking from the Trevi fountain, & that it was in a square where there was a gaol or something that had bullet marks in the walls. Does this make any sense to anybody *please*?!! Thanks in advance...

You can't seem to edit messages, so here is more info! I remember the restaurant is very long & thin. As you walk in, on the left is a small bar/counter area; on the right small tables, but only room for 1 behind the other running the length of this part of the restaurant. Then I think towards the back the restaurant opened out a bit. I remember it being darkish, and possibly lots of stone (although I could be imagining it!). <BR>I picked up from there a cool paper place mat thing which was on the table, on top of which the cutlery lay. It is mustard-coloured untreated paper, with a fork & spoon, or fork & knife or whatever, roughly drawn (printed) in a kind of terracotta colour. <BR> <BR>What else...the owner was a wonderful middle-aged man, & the food was divine. It is very innocuous from the outside...

Can't help but wonder if this is the place next to that hotel with the red awning we read about in a long string on this forum about 6 weeks ago?

Couldn't be the same ... no mention of subway.

oooh - any more clues which string you mean? I can't remember the area very well, so there might have been a subway I don't know...

Oh, I remember the place! It was on Via Veneto, just a couple blocks from Hotel Flora, headed away from the ancient wall, on the right hand side - no left. Get backwards sometimes. You went in and there seemed to be a wine store off to the right, but directly in front of the door were steps down to the restaurant, a long narrow room, and yes there was lots of stone. The cheese was divine - and the salad had only olive oil on it, no other dressing - totally divine and smooth and tasty. We put the salad we couldn't eat in our purses and then went to that little store around the corner, sort of like a Roman 7/11 and picked up a bottle of Asti Spumante and some frozen tiramisu which we took back to the hotel. Or wait, it may have been that we put the Asti in our purses? No, no, that was another trip. I remember that the pasta wasn't very good, however. And yes, there was a fatherly like sort of person there as well. I've got to go back.