I hope you will forgive me for being a bit retrospective, but there are some places that I have been to in the past that I can’t stop thinking about. Unfortunately I won’t get back for a little while, but I figure why should that stop me telling people about it?

One of these places is a little restaurant in the Jewish quarter of Rome called Sora Margherita. I’ve been to Italy a fair few times now, and this place is to date still my favourite meal ever.

Firstly, the place is completely unpretentious, the tables have plastic coverings and walls are covered in news print articles. I was there alone so I ended up making friends with the locals.

I didn’t know what to order, so the waiter walked me through the menu, telling me exactly what he thought would give me the best foodie experience and I was quite happy to go along for the ride.

I started with a deep fried artichoke. The only other time I’ve eaten artichoke that wasn’t pickled my cousin in Israel made it for me and that was a long time ago so I was a bit dubious. I needn’t have been, because it was spectacular! Crunchy and salty outer with a perfectly cooked and soft inner. It was actually so amazing that I drew a portrait of it.

Next was the pesto pasta, yum as expected, and very enthusiastically washed down with a delicious glass of red. I followed this with a tiramisu so light and fluffy that it literally made me want to sing. Actually I did sing, and then I showed the waiter my portrait of the artichoke. He appeared to think I was nuts, but was very encouraging and good humoured about it.

Not sure when I’ll get back there, there are so many places in the world and so little time. It’s definitely on my list for a return visit one day though, and in the meantime, perhaps one of you can go and I can live vicariously? I’d settle for that.