04/12/2025: Just perfect! The food was delicious
The stuff was kind and helpful.
Thank you so much.
02/12/2025: If you ever find yourself wandering the cobbled streets of Trastevere and are suddenly overcome with a craving for authentic Indian cuisine, look no further than Jaipur. Tucked away amid the lively chaos of the neighbourhood, this unassuming restaurant is a little pocket of spice, warmth, and the comforting certainty that you are about to eat well.
One of the great reassurances when eating at Jaipur is spotting Indian diners at neighbouring tables, a quiet endorsement that speaks louder than any review ever could. The aromas alone, a heady mix of cumin, cardamom, and coriander, are enough to make one momentarily forget that the Eternal City exists beyond the restaurant walls. My wife, meanwhile, is already planning her order, because the mango lassi here has earned a level of devotion most people only grant to childhood pets and favourite jumpers.
The servers are a delight. Attentive without being intrusive, they greet you with cheerful banter and a genuine eagerness to educate. When it comes time to order, the team not only guides you through the menu with care and enthusiasm, but also gently recommends perhaps adding vegetables to accompany the generous servings of meat, which to be honest is always sincerely appreciated.
The food itself rarely disappoints. The butter chicken is indulgent and comforting, the mango chicken a sweeter and equally satisfying companion, and both arrive rich, fragrant, and unapologetically generous. Naan emerges hot from the tandoor, and the prices are always reasonable to the point where you will inevitably want to order one more dish, will never quite finish everything, and will end up being politely reprimanded for leaving a little behind. It is the sort of gentle admonishment that only makes the meal feel even more like home.
All in all, Jaipur is a rare gem in Trastevere, authentic, welcoming, and generous. And if the wait staff suggest adding a side of vegetables, take their advice seriously. Even in Rome, a man without his greens is a man destined to be mildly admonished by strangers with better culinary instincts.