There are few American food items that I still miss now that I have had nearly 1.5 years to adjust to an all-Italian diet.
But dammit, could someone PLEASE make some decent bagels in Rome?
And before you say it, I know that The Perfect Bun Bakery hawks them, but like many things from that establishment, they are overpriced and under-delicious.
You can also find bagel sandwiches at two Irish pubs (The Abbey Theatre and Scholars), which will sometimes hit the spot because they make a tasty American-style breakfast sandwich with eggs and bacon.
The problem is, Philadelphia cream cheese is everywhere I turn!
Even if I go to buy fresh mozarella di buffala, there it is. Taunting me in all of its processed cheese glory.
I want it. I want it so bad.
That is why I am forever grateful to the likes of Neekoh and other dedicated friends who will stuff their suitcases with processed bread products so that I can fulfill my bagel fantasies.
While my guests dream of pizza and pasta, I patiently crisp my newly acquired bagel booty in a pan.
Like we would have an Italian appliance to make toast… as if!