I've already reviewed Food Wine Italian Riviera, which I adored. This is a continuation of that review, in a way, and also a way to gripe about something. Read on. The copy of Food Wine Rome I'm holding as I write this looks like a box of chocolates. It's beautifully designed. Generally I don't give a fig about the looks of a guidebook, but this one is so gorgeous that I would buy it to give as a gift instead of chocolates. I am freshly back from Rome (and the Italian Riviera), where I put this little number to the test. All I can say is, though I tried to find things to disagree about with the author, who seems to know an awful lot more than most guidebook authors, I couldn't. That made me mad. But then I kind of got to know him, as I tried some of the weird and wonderful foods he loves: stuffed squid with peas, spring lamb in a kind of piquant vinegar sauce (at this wonderful trattoria, Da Gino, near the Pantheon), or classic oxtail stew (at a throwback, family-run place called Perilli, near what used to be the slaughterhouse, but is now a yuppie neighborhood). I had had some pretty amazing ice cream in Chiavari (near Genoa), and then I went to Settimo Gelo in Rome, at Downie's instigation, and although this parlor is way way out there behind the Vatican, I experienced the best, the lightest, the most sublime ice cream period. Yes, I did try San Crispino, everyone knows San Crispino and it's still excellent. I was renting an apartment so I went out and, as Downie suggests, bought freshly roasted coffee from three little places (Tazza d'Oro, Sant Eusachio or something like that--impossible, and a mom-and-pop place way way out in the east called Giovanni De Santis or something). This turned out to be the best coffee I have ever had. Ever. And I am an addict. So, what I am griping about is, why do we have all these second-rate guidebooks out there pushed by huge conglomerates, sending us to the same old places, when we can get this kind of book? I have to wonder. And yes, I did Google the author and found that he's more than college educated, speaks three languages, has written other kinds of books, and has just published a thriller called Paris City of Night, which I'm reading and will review, as mentioned elsewhere. I am also griping because I can't live part of the year in Rome and on the Italian Riviera (or in Paris).