The reception was at a restaurant near the Chiesa Nuova, where a prayer vigil was held the night before for the deacons-to-be. Please do me a favor and do not ask Trisha why we missed the prayer vigil. I'll never hear the end of it. Anyway, about the church: The church is actually named, but never called Santa Maria di Somethingorother; I think there are too many Santa Maria's in Rome, so at some point somebody decided to start with a new name. Chiesa Nuova, "Newchurch," if we were in England, seems to have stuck unofficially but unambiguously. Now the restaurant near the church was called Don Mario's, and man, was it good! First course, all kinds of appetizers: bruschette, prisciutti, polpi, formaggi, and more. Then two pastas, one in some sort of vodka or arrabiatta sauce, the other in an alfreddo. Then the meats: veal, chicken, pork, ham, sausage, beef, with a portion of each for everybody. Then the desserts. The fifth course was the coffees and the lemon sorbet, to clean out the palette. It was really good. I do not normally go on about food so much, but it was excellent.
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