Five times to Italy but only once to Rome, part five

Our sightseeing marathon has left us seeking a cozy seat in a friendly restaurant.  Checking in with Rick Steves - on our Kindle we've downloaded his map of restaurants near the Pantheon, so no Wi-Fi or international data use is required - we see a promising street near the Piazza Navona, our next target.   Would Rick and I sit down and order the same thing for lunch? Probably not, but he's a pretty reliable guy when it comes to maps and directions.

The view from our table at Ciccia Bomba

We barrel across the end of the piazza and down the via del Governo Vecchio.  It's a narrow,  busy street full of small shops and crowded outdoor cafes.  Tables are full of food.  Strollers anchor balloons.  People speed by on motorcycles or stop and carry on spirited conversation in the middle of the street.  This is the kind of dense arrangement we're fond of.

The couple with the baby, she's
feeding it.

Hungry and short on patience, we quickly settle on Ciccia Bomba.  My desktop translator widget says it means flab bomb.  Must be an idiom.  We spend a few minutes hovering near the outdoor tables before some people get up and a friendly server steers us to a tiny table wedged between a young couple with a baby and the front window.  Inside, a few regulars enjoy their lunch in peace.  

I had a salad and pizza and I can't remember David's meal.  More than likely it included meat.  The food was wonderful and I ate too much of it.  This is Italy in a nutshell.  

There was a vintage clothing store across from the restaurant and I took a minute to stick my head inside before we walked back to the Piazza Navona.