After visiting the Anatomy Theatre, where many of us felt dizzy with the talk of dissecting human bodies while in a stifling hot room made of pine, we determined lunch would be the solution. We wandered around the old streets that were peppered with graffiti about, from what I could tell, Fascism. Our professor let us know that Fascism is alive and well in Bologna, and so were the pickpockets (hold your purses close even at the church). Luckily, I avoided both.
The waitress, who also seemed to be the owner, could not have been more friendly and to thank her we had convinced many of our classmates who passed us on the street to eat at La Clavature as well. Her restaurant was packed and to thank us she gave us all Tiramisu on the house. It was the best meal in Italy. And as for our vegetarian friend, she too received a delectable spinach cake with balsamic drizzle. It looked surprisingly appetizing, however, my pumpkin tortellini was perfect. The pasta was fresh, which you can easily tell by the firmer texture. The pumpkin stuffing with ricotta was melt in your mouth good. Most of the time I find many tortellini or ravioli fillings end up clumping together in such a way that you cannot tell what you are eating. This was no the case at La Clavature. The Tiramisu was also the best I had in all of the 11 cities I visited in Italy.