This is Pasticceria Boccione, a 200 year old bakery in the Jewish ghetto of Rome. There is no signage and it‘s easy to miss. When I first stumbled upon it in 2010 I didn’t even know it had a name. I just remember seeing how busy it was and thinking, “I need to get in there”. And when I did it all went so quickly. The flurry of Jewish Italian women chopping off squares of sweets and shouting incomprehensible words plus the pressure of the line made me point at the thing everyone else was getting without asking what it was. Next thing I know I’m standing outside staring at this lumpy unattractive piece of biscuit? pastry? It was “Jewish pizza,” 🍕 a common treat after Passover that’s essentially a sweet brick of bread with candied fruits, pine nuts, and almonds. Despite appearances, it was absolutely DELICIOUS. When I booked this trip I knew I had to go back. But...Passover ends 4/7 so I will return after Florence. In the meantime, I tasted something new this morning called “ciambetta”. And it too was delicious. 🤗 Do not pass by this place if you visit Rome. #dontjudgeabookbyitscover
PS: The last photo is not mine. I pulled it from the internet. It is what I remember the Jewish pizza looking like. To be continued.