My aunt and her boyfriend ate at Roma in Cleveland Park almost every night for more than twenty years. They were strict Catholics who didn’t believe in divorce, or fooling around for that matter, and they had to wait for his first wife to die before they could get married. It was sad and sweet, but where could you find that type of devotion these days.
The Abbo family who owned it were devout Catholics as well.
The outdoor dining in back with the fountain and trellis with all the grape vines was very romantic.