7.5 / 10 Comedyroma... Official

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.

Creating a based on the "authentic vs. tourist" theme. 7.5 / 10 ComedyRoma...

As Enzo walked by, he slapped Arthur on the back—hard enough to rattle his teeth—and shouted something in a dialect that wasn't Italian so much as it was a series of rhythmic growls. Arthur didn't understand a word, but he found himself laughing. He looked at Clara, who was currently trying to use a piece of crusty bread to defend her wine glass from a moth. The comedy of their marriage usually lived in

"Arthur, this menu has a picture of a pizza on it," Clara whispered, her voice tight with judgment. "We are in the Prati district. There should be a nonna in the back crying over a pot of sauce, or I’m not eating." It was a mountain of rigatoni, yellow as