I’d eaten a perfect meal at the trattoria a few week before, so I was looking forward to friends coming into town and taking them back to the Steps of Rome. Little did I know, the Trattoria serves a completely different caliber of food than the ground floor of Steps.
This is where the action is. The waitstaff massages you, they sing, they flirt. The place gets pretty wild, all in hopes, I suppose, of distracting you that the food’s nothing special. It was shameful to say the least to have raved about Steps of Rome to my friends and then take them to the wrong Steps, everyone all jazzed up for an amazing meal, and then to see them poking around their pasta in the midsts of music pumping and the waiters clowning around. Bummer. There should be some sort of disclaimer or warning signs to save others from making the same blunder.