How about a little pasta carbonara?

My co-worker who’s in Rome this week sent me a message today that he went out to Chinese food for supper. Chinese food? In Rome? The home of the world’s greatest cuisine?

Yeah. He said he’s tired of pasta.

He’s been in Rome for half a week so far! How can he be tired of pasta already? And there’s a whole universe of Italian food beyond pasta.

Such an opportunity, wasted! Oh, my breaking heart.