Altar of the Fatherland

Altar of the Fatherland @ Piazza Venezia, Rome, Italy

Just like Seoul Tower, this place is listed on TripAdvisor under 20 different goddamn names.

We were passing by it on our way to Trajan’s Column. I was taken by the whiteness of its marble and the abundance of statues that adorn its terraces, but she was insistent on getting to see Trajan’s Forum so we didn’t stop to get a good look.

National Monument Vittorio Emmanuel @ Piazza Venezia, Rome, Italy, Europe
Regardless of what you call it, this beautiful marble monument immortalizes the Kingdom of Italy’s first monarch through a gorgeous display of art, architecture and nature. While considerably smaller than the National Mall of Washington DC at least Italy bothers to keep it maintained.

Altar of the Fatherland @ Piazza Venezia, Rome, Italy
There is a museum inside, and apparently you can scale it to view Rome from the rooftop but the hours are weird and we didn’t make it in time.

Victor Emmanuel Monument @ Piazza Venezia, Rome, Italy, Europe
I fucking love statues.

Victor Emmanuel Monument @ Piazza Venezia, Rome, Italy, Europe
Each one tells a story without words, without motion. Just implication.

Victor Emmanuel Monument @ Piazza Venezia, Rome, Italy, Europe
I was still being limited by my foolish choice of lens for the day, so crop-to-recompose is the name of the game.

Victor Emmanuel Monument @ Piazza Venezia, Rome, Italy, Europe
Naked men holding hands and joining forces with valkyries win out over naked men with flails every time.

Victor Emmanuel Monument @ Piazza Venezia, Rome, Italy, Europe
She was getting antsy and it was still really hot out so we made off for the Pantheon!

On an unrelated note, we love Italian food. Pizza. Pasta. Chicken. Salad. Bread. Pastries. Ice cream. You name it, we love it– we’re always up for anything Mediterranean. My blood tastes like cannoli.

But the food in Rome just sucks. Everything we’ve eaten thus far has been mediocre at best.

  • Oily noodles from a streetside cafe by the Colosseum.
  • The cafe on the corner by our hotel clearly microwaves frozen entrees, as evidenced by the ice pockets we’d found in our lasagna and pizza.
  • I bought some pizza from one of the shops in the shadow of Trajan’s Column. Also crap. Cold by the time I walked out with it and no better than supermarket Tombstone.
  • So far paninis haven’t let me down but I couldn’t imagine how one could screw that up.

Every Italian restaurant you go to at home makes claims about their authentic recipes and how they do everything like they do “in the old country.” Well, we’re in the old country and the food here sucks. One might suggest we’re not seeking out quality places but for fuck’s sake– we shouldn’t have to consult Zagat’s guide to find a decent meal in Italy.

I will say I am loving the little wafers that vendors will stick in your gelato. It’s like Communion with a side of ice cream.

Johnny

Pro-family and anti-drug, when he's not too busy living with four beautiful ladies, he likes long walks on the beach and poking dead things with sticks.

Leave a Reply