You'd think there'd be an international thesaurus of food terms for restaurants.  That way the tourists wouldn't giggle into their wine about the menu.

We were at a nice outdoor eatery near the archeological museum of Naples, giggling and sometimes puzzling over the menu items.  (Same place where I got the snake pizza, but that's another post.)

Do any of these tweak your appetite?

Funny fish

Fish at the salt

Tranch of fish (bilingual French/English, I think) and fruits of sea

Vert salade (all French, and all wrong) 

Lamb of the shooting jacket

Fried of the gulf

Coke to thorn (okay, maybe now it's my notes and that was "cake to thorn".  Either way, it's mysterious).

Fish at the crazy water at the grill. 

Risotto to scent of sea 

 You can sort of make out the restaurant in the background.  But it's a good picture of Alex.

 We had some kind of fish or fruits of sea, and it was fine.  I love "crazy water", which I figured out eventually.  (For lunch today I'm having some eggs at the crazy water.)

Italian eating requires stamina.  First there's antipasto, and then there's pasta (first plate) and then Something Else (meat or fish) as the second plate.  Wine with, dessert and liqueur afterwards - optional.  Ah, good old peasant food, for people who work in the fields all day.  We sometimes had plate one and plate two (and always wine), but sometimes just a one OR two.  And that after a couple of miles of walking and usually some climbing.

 At the Rome train station, preparing for the long ride to Sicily.

 In Sicily - Alex dressing the salad.

I can't quite get on board with the pastry for breakfast.  Of course, we on this continent often have muffins, which are (face it) cupcakes, only without icing.  And a lot of the cereal - well, a bowl of candy is what it is. Still, at home I eat righteous porridge.  But since breakfast comes with the hotel, I did my best - not just croissants, but croissants with cream filling, and a lot of other pastry choices.  Also some anemic yogurt in the little containers, just like at home.  Individual wrapped bits of cream cheese.

In one hotel, catering to business travellers, there was some protein - sliced ham and boiled eggs.  One day, scrambled ("mistreated" is the way they were listed on a menu in Rome), with 'sausages'.  I've encountered those sausages before, in Turkey - and later, in this trip, in Greece.  Must be aimed at German tourists - wieners.  WIENERS!  

At other times of the day, of course, one could find very nice Italian sausages.  We bought some sausages and cheese, also olive paste, which we carried around with us for a while, for snacks and once for supper in our room when we were too tired to venture out after a long day tromping thru ruins.

 Alex shopping for olive oil at the market where we got the cheese

At Nemi, there was a meat shop, with a boar's head outside. 

 The boar's head is the one of the left.  (Rest of joke better unsaid.)

featuring prosciutto 

and sausages

Me with the proud proprietor  

Cappuccino in Italy is different of course from the Big Gulp of  Starbucks.  I had many, many cappuccinos, starting with two for breakfast, and then whenever we sat somewhere.

  Well, Alex often had a beer instead.  Maybe that's the way to go. 

Well, he had some cappuccino.  (Note our over-abundance of luggage.) 

I think I'm tried of cappuccinos.

Until next trip, of course. 

Of course we drank lots of wine.

Checking out the items at a wine shop

Sipping in a restaurant, with my daughter, who was with us for the first week (Rome and Naples)

 Even the outdoor food stands had wine.  (Alex at left, with the couple who ran the stand.)