During a recent visit, my friend Barbra insisted on, er, wanted to eat at a particular restaurant in Rome. Trattoria Monti. Now, I think I’m a good host in general. Fresh sheets and towels are provided, along with maps, guidebooks and suggested sights to see. Snacks and comfy slippers can be also found in a guest’s bedroom. And as for restaurants, I often make a couple of reservations ahead of time, then wait to see where the visit takes us before completely booking the generally beleaguered traveler’s evenings every night. However, this reservation was a challenge. Here’s the story, from Barbra herself aptly titled “Anticipation” (bonus points if you can identify the non-swearing friend mentioned in her post):
I have been to Rome twice before now over the past 18 months and Trattoria Monti was closed both times: First for the August vacation (even though it was September) and then in January of this year for the winter holidays (even though Christmas and the New year had passed).