We somehow managed to find Il Covivio Troiani, where we were having dinner. It's down an alley off an alley off an alley, featured in the scary photo below. To help confuse things further, there's no sign and you have to ring a doorbell for entry, which must piss off the neighbors bothered by lost diners. But it's really a very good place, a rare recipient of a Michelin star, (rare because Michelin seems to be allergic to Italian food, and generally doles out stars only to Frenchified places in Italy). The place is interesting rather than attractive, four small rooms each decorated eccentrically, and each maintaining a librarylike quiet, not the place for a bachelor party. Food was classical Italian, and we ordered it classically Italian, which means an appetizer, then a pasta course, then a meat course, then dessert,which means Somchai exploded midway through the meal. (Food- 16, Decor-12, Service-14).