Ditch the Apps. Find a Dog.
The best local advice may come from the person at the end of a leash
Excellent English
When I lived in Rome’s historic center, I’d often get stopped by tourists asking directions while I was out walking Mocha.
“Scusi,” the visitor might say, then, with raised eyebrows, “Colosseo?” They’d look at me nervously.
“Preferisce parlare in inglese?” I’d ask -- “Do you prefer to speak English?”
A look of relief would wash over the other person. “Yes, yes, please.”
“Do you want the fastest way or the most scenic?”
We’d often end up chatting for a minute or two. They might want to know Mocha’s name or how old she was, or they’d ask where they could get a good coffee or an authentic carbonara. I was usually happy to help.
Before we parted, they’d look at me with sincere eyes and pay me what was intended to be a grand compliment. “By the way,” they’d say, “your English is excellent.”
“Grazie,” I’d reply.
The local language
Savvy travelers already know the standard guidelines for avoiding tourist-trap restaurants.
A sign reading “tourist menu” is a clear give away, for example. Same for photos of food on laminated menus, loitering waiters trying to cajole passers-by in the door, or windows framing a supposed nonna rolling out pasta.
Another strategy I trust more than the advice of almost any influencer, broad online ratings, or listicle-style content: filter for reviews in the local language.
An example: I know a trattoria in Rome that has a so-so score on online ratings sites, dragged down in part by comments about some of the staff’s limited English. But filter for Italian-language reviews and the picture changes: the rating jumps and reviews mostly praise the authentic cooking and generous portions.
The place remains among my favorites -- partly because of the food and partly because that mixed score produces a healthy mix of in-the-know locals and sharp-eyed visitors.
The leash test
My best bang-for-the-buck strategy is much simpler: ask someone walking a dog.
Dog owners are almost always approachable: few owners mind a compliment about their pooch. And someone walking a dog probably lives nearby, taking in the neighborhood one step at a time, several times a day. They know the sidewalks, the coffee bars, the wine shops, the bakeries, the shortcuts, the scenic routes. They know which places have lost a step, and they know the newest places locals are enjoying.
I suppose it doesn’t have to be a dog. I have a friend who walks her cat, Bojan, on a leash. And a few years ago, in Testaccio, there was a pig named Dior, who toured the Rome neighborhood with his owner, much to the delight of local children.
But I am partial to dogs, which are beloved across Italy -- especially in Rome, where they are treated like small, opinionated citizens.

📌 And another thing
Having a dog helps a lot in fitting in in a dog-loving country like Italy. I can attest to being far more recognizable around town with Mocha than without her.
ITA Airways has begun making it easier for travelers to bring their pets with them on flights and some European travelers bring their dogs with them when they arrive by car. But it’s still a pretty good bet that someone with a dog is a local -- or at least local enough.
That means that when I’m with Mocha, I get bothered less by peddlers and menu-wavers.
But it can also confuse other residents.
I no longer live in Rome’s historic center and so I don’t get stopped as often by tourists looking for the Colosseum. Instead, I get stopped by Italians looking for more practical information: the closest bancomat, the way to the metro, or maybe the bus to where they’re going. Stopping a dog owner can be helpful no matter who’s asking.
Sometimes Italians seem a little embarrassed. But I’m never sure whether that’s because they asked advice from a foreigner -- or because the foreigner actually knew the answer.
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After reading your article, I am thinking about hiring a dog every time I want to go to the city centre. My cat is untrainable to walk on a leash, and I would never force him to be in a crowd, but most dogs actually like being in the middle of something, little FOMOphobic that they are ❤️.
I mean, I am Italian, I look Italian, I walk like a very busy Italian, I dress like an Italian. Nevertheless, every time I go to the city centre, there are waiters everywhere pushing plastic menus in my hand and offering me the best Alfredo in town 🤦🏻♀️🙄.
I need to try the dog, it’s my last hope.
You're right. Although I live here in Sicily and was born in this town, I'm still not exactly a local, but when I'm with my dog (which is most of the time) I feel like a true local. I also love being judged by my girl. "She's so sweet...", "so well behaved..."
It feels like a reflection on me!