"It’s honest," Clara countered, before immediately coughing as a shard of pepper went down the wrong way.
Arthur believed that three days in Rome could fix a decade of polite silence. He had planned everything: the sunset at Janiculum Hill, the private tour of the Pantheon, and a curated list of the city’s most pretentious wine bars. What he hadn’t planned on was Clara’s sudden, inexplicable obsession with finding the "authentic" Rome. 7.5 / 10 ComedyRoma...
The comedy of their marriage usually lived in the gaps between their expectations. Arthur wanted the postcard; Clara wanted the dirt under the fingernails. When the carbonara arrived, it wasn't a delicate swirl of pasta. It was a mountain of rigatoni, yellow as a school bus and glistening with enough guanciale fat to lubricate a mid-sized sedan. What he hadn’t planned on was Clara’s sudden,
Creating a based on the "authentic vs. tourist" theme. When the carbonara arrived, it wasn't a delicate