Roman Chicken Livers

There was a little restaurant in Rome where I used to go regularly with my father. I can remember only 3 things about it: 1. a stuffed boar’s head that hung on the wall with a look not of ferocity but more comical surprise; 2. that the place was so dark in the evening, you could only just make out your white plate; 3. that we always ordered this delicious chopped liver served next to a dollop of mascarpone. When both were heavily loaded on to super-thin, crisped bread, it would snap and fal