Rome, Italy
In an effort to save some euros, my last dinner in Rome consisted of a trip to a supermarket (just a small one) for a few supplies. Shortly thereafter I was armed with freshly baked crusty bread (still warm), a tomato, tiramisu (complete with fork-I have a pocket knofe but neglected to acquire the all important spork) and buffalo mozzerella. As some would know, and the fork marks in the back of their hands will attest to, I have a slight obsession with buffalo mo...