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Sometimes we go to another country with some specific prism through which we look at this country. It can be nature, inhabitants of this country, architecture, bars, anything. This winter when I went to Italy, for me this prism was Italian cuisine. Yes, I went to Italy, because I wanted to diversify my menu, consisting only of such Ukrainian dishes as borsch and porridge. And I wanted to taste real Italian dishes in Italy. So I took my girlfriend and went with her to Rome. On Saturday evening, December 23, we left Lviv. It was not easy to get to Italy, because firstly we had to hitchhike to Debrecen, small hungarian town, where our plane to Milan was, but on Sunday evening we were at the Roman station. Since we arrived late, the restaurants were closed, and we did not want to go to the snack bar, because we were burning with the idea of eating real Italian food, so we stayed hungry and started looking for some place to sleep (which was found in the church) Next morning (I just called it "morning", but it was 2 pm) we went to the nearest restaurant to finally achieve what we wanted. The waiter brought me a menu, but I already knew what I wanted. I wanted the most delicious dishes, I wanted a catch of the day. So I ordered it. My companion did exactly the same. I specifically refused to find out what it would be to preserve the intrigue. Super-paste? Pizza? Seafood? It could be anything. When waiter brougth me a catch of the day I couldn`t help laushing. The catch of the day was ... BORSCH. Normal. Ukrainian. Borsch(some kind of our national tomato soup) The dish I eat since childhood maybe every day. . It was the last dish I expected to see. Even some cockroaches seemed more realistic to me. But apparently you can not escape from yourself I asked the waiter why borscht from the whole variety of what the man cooked up. As it turned out, the wife of the owner of the restaurant was Ukrainian, and he was just in love with Ukrainian food, and therefore borsch was catch of the day very often. We laughed and started eating. We did not eat real Italian cuisine that morning, but we felt at home