Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing. We've eaten a lot of pizza and pasta and pig in the last week. Today we stumbled upon the Jewish quarter in Rome and decided we'd go back for dinner. I heard talk of crispy fried artichokes so tonight we set off along the river to Nonna Betta's which is apparently the place. It was great fun, and S didn't even manage to say,"Cosa mi consiglia?" (what do you recommend?) before the waiter had us sorted. While we waited we watched the opening of a Jewish Sushi bar next door (talk about fusion) and watched the Nonnas shuffle past in their lace dresses and running shoes while a fashionable young roman fed his dog sushi with chopsticks.