This is a great story, Suzanne! Did I ever tell you about the time I was ridiculed at "the finest trattoria in Rome" for ordering just pasta and a salad? The waiter made fun of me for being American, accused me of having no taste, and was incredibly mean to me, even though I was six months pregnant. He created a HUGE scene in the restaurant. I finally submitted myself to his whims and told him that he could bring me whatever he wanted. Fourteen years later, with more wisdom on my side, I don't know why I didn't walk out, but I was so dumbstruck, I think. Anyways, the worst part was that we went there because the NY Time said they had the best tiramisu in Rome, and the waiter refused to serve it to me because I was pregnant (raw egg). However, I think he was just being spiteful.
This is a great story, Suzanne! Did I ever tell you about the time I was ridiculed at "the finest trattoria in Rome" for ordering just pasta and a salad? The waiter made fun of me for being American, accused me of having no taste, and was incredibly mean to me, even though I was six months pregnant. He created a HUGE scene in the restaurant. I finally submitted myself to his whims and told him that he could bring me whatever he wanted. Fourteen years later, with more wisdom on my side, I don't know why I didn't walk out, but I was so dumbstruck, I think. Anyways, the worst part was that we went there because the NY Time said they had the best tiramisu in Rome, and the waiter refused to serve it to me because I was pregnant (raw egg). However, I think he was just being spiteful.
I think I remember your Rome waiter story…mean but memorable. You probably think of him every time you have tiramisu!!