The only way I learn about a restaurant’s riposo settimanale is the hard way. On Wednesday night, I planned on having a pizza at Ai Marmi with friends. It was closed so we decided on Dar Poeta instead. This Trastevere institution has managed to remain popular and packed in spite of never having had amazing pizza. Well, maybe it was alright back in the day, but whatever we were served on Wednesday was a joke. It was not unlike someone had dressed a disk of sandpaper with anchovies, mozzarella and squash blossoms and served it. We should have gone to Da Ivo. Lesson learned.