When it’s Thanksgiving morning in Spain and you open up the bag of turkey giblets, and there is the head staring out at you, are you supposed to boil it up too with the heart and liver and neck? I wondered.
My Mom and I were standing at a bus stop in Rome. It was our last afternoon in the eternal city, and we were hoping to squeeze in one final amazing Italian lunch before leaving for the airport. Read on for our pleasantly unexpected experience at Federico’s Italian restaurant in Rome. Traveling tip, never refuse an invitation from an Italian man!