for most romans the day began at dawn and ended at dusk since the absence of strong artificial light made work difficult after dark shops kept daylight hours and since the unlit streets were dangerous at night most people stayed near home after sunset venturing out only to the local bar this was partly a matter of necessity the cramped apartments in which most romans lived lacked kitchens so for a decent meal the only option was often a local taberna a restaurant serving fast food and cheap wine in pompeii there was at least one tavern for every hundred
inhabitants rome's network must have been equally dense although many roman taverns seem to have sold most of their food to go some were true restaurants with tables or built-in booths for diners the food was basic centered on such staples as bread cheese roast chickpeas and sausages whatever was on the menu bars were favorite spots for gambling and drinking as this humorous fresco from a tavern and pompeii illustrates two men are shown playing dice at a table the one on the left says i've got it that is a winning roll the one on the right says
that's a two not a three in the following panel the men fight and are shoved out the door by the bar's owner another fresco from the same tavern shows a waitress bringing wine to two men on stools the one on the left says over here the one on the right says no it's mine and the waitress who has no time for this replies whoever wants it should take it the roman elite regarded taverns as squalid places the satirist juvenile imagining the clientele of a bar and ostia describes a crowd thick with thugs assassins and fugitive
slaves centuries later the historian amianas marcelinus criticized roman commoners for sitting in bars all night lounging gambling and for some reason snorting on several occasions the emperors regarding taverns as sources of trouble limited the foods that could be served in them for the vast majority of romans nightlife began and ended with the local bar the elite however entertained themselves in a wider range of settings like most pre-modern cities rome had no fine restaurants or exclusive nightclubs simply because there was no demand for such places the rich partied at home either in the mansion scattered along
the crests of the seven hills or in the suburban villas of rome's garden belt when the rich partied they partied hard to mention only emperors tiberius once hosted a drinking bout that lasted two entire days nero raced chariots in the palace gardens domitian staged a lion hunt inside one of his villas and at a time when most men earned less than 1 000 to stir to eat a year lucius varus hosted a banquet for 12 that cost 6 million at the end of that feast by way of a party favor each guest was given an
elaborate carriage complete with mules and driver to carry them home the default mode for elite nightlife was an extravagant banquet often with five or more courses of rich foods garnished with entertainment ranging from poetry readings to striptease one star of this world was the epic tipler nicknamed tricongius literally three gallon guy whose party trick was to drink three gallons of wine at a single pole another was legendary gourmand appicius who exhausted a vast fortune in his quest for the perfect dinner although party animals of this caliber were exceptional they had many imitators the tombstone of
one roman woman notes that she liked to drink wine and have a good time when they weren't at banquets some wealthy romans usually young men liked to go slumming in rough neighborhoods emperors were no exception nero disguised himself with a wig and cruised the mean streets breaking into shops and starting fights otho and his friends pulled pranks on drunks stumbling out of taverns lucius varus brawled with neighborhood tufts returning to the palace with a bruised face and black eyes for commenters in short nightlife consisted of drinking and gambling in the local tavern but for members
of the elite it could be an epic progress from mansion to mansion and party to party sometimes the few dive bars between to capture that experience i've created what i hope is a plausible description of how a modestly debauched aristocrat in 2nd century rome might have spent an evening first however a word about this video's sponsor timeline auctions is one of the world's most respected dealers of antiquities each of their auctions features a wide array of artifacts from every corner of the world every one of those artifacts is authenticated documented and securely provenanced by a
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a hot night without a shadow of a breeze the dog star is burning beside the moon and the marble floor is hot as blood you are a young roman aristocrat you've got time on your hands a dagger in your belt and more money than any sane man could spend in a year you feel like having a good time you emerge from the gate of the family mansion in a simple tunic a cheap clay lamp in one hand your two bodyguards both former gladiators follow a short distance behind a walk down the hill brings you into
a neighborhood where tenements lean warily across the stars and the air is heavy with filth and perfume you enter a random tavern it looks like a hundred others a marble top bar with jars of cheap wine stacked behind it a half dozen tables of regulars two waitresses hustling drinks there was a time when you and your friends would pick fights in places like this these days you prefer to gamble there isn't any money in it among commoners the stakes are always low but there's nothing like the feeling spotting five men dicing at a table in
the corner you motion one of your bodyguards to bring you a cup of the tavern's least disgusting wine and walk over to the players before they can tell you that their game is full you reach into the leather pouch at your belt pull out a golden aureus and lay it on the pile of small change in the table's center the men's eyes bulge that coin is worth more than most of them make in a month you sit down and ask whether they would mind if you diced with them it turns out that they're willing dice
is a simple game with infinitely varied rules in the version these men are playing anyone who rolls a score of four or six has to throw a coin on the table and a venus throw every dive showing a different face scoops the pool now that your aureus is on the table the game becomes fiercely competitive a ring of onlookers crowds the table shouting and laying bets on the winner you sit back sipping your cup of wine and allow yourself to imagine just for a moment that you care too on the third round the man beside
you throws a venus and the whole tavern erupts you clap the winner on the back excuse yourself and head for the door one of the bar mates has noticed that you have money and shoots you a significant glance a pity you don't have more time but you know from experience that it's not wise to linger after laying down a gold piece sure enough almost as soon as you leave the tavern two men who had been standing near the door begin to tell you playing dumb you turn down a narrow alley the would-be thieves follow and
are beaten to a pulp by your bodyguards who had positioned themselves just inside the early entrance you don't bother to participate you hear footsteps behind you a group of six is coming down the alley led by a tall figure with a torch in one hand just your luck the night watch your bodyguards noticing the commotion stop pummeling the would-be thieves and straighten up fortunately the letter of the law is not something that people with money have to worry about before the watchmen can speak you put on a winning smile and exaggerate your upper class accent
good evening gentlemen my companions and i were accosted by these brigands by the grace of the gods we were able to fight them off one of the men on the ground groans you continue i hope that you will see these wretches brought to justice you pull a half some coins from the pouch at your belt and hand them to the lead watchman for your trouble the man salutes and watches you and your guards leave by now it must be the third hour of the night time to crash a party you're only a short walk from
the mansions along high street where there's always a banquet or two going on a friend of a friend should be at a party up there tonight and so a short time later you find yourself standing at the great iron-studded front gate of a quirinol mansion a few coins convinced the doorman that you were invited the banquet has been over for hours now you paused by the empty dining room surveying the debris of the meal to judge from the serving dishes still on side boards by the door the main course included peacock lampreys and a platter
of sow orders in wine sauce not a bad spread though you've always preferred dormouse and goat kid voices echo from the garden leaving your guards at the door you walk into a courtyard where the moon glimmers through the branches of ancient olive trees after splashing your face with water from a fountain you saunter toward a group of couches at the garden's far end ringed by bronze statues of boys with lighted lamps in their hands there are seven men sprawled over the couches as is customary at these affairs everyone is wearing a colorful linen tunic a
bored-looking slave napkin in hand stands behind each guest you recline next to a distant acquaintance apologize for being late and call for chilled wine a server rushes forward fills your cup and scoops a bit of mountain snow into it fortunately everyone is drunk enough to regard your arrival without surprise you turn to your acquaintance whose name you have forgotten or possibly never knew and ask him about the dinner entertainment he peers at you blairly and mumbles something about dancing girls from spain in the meantime the conversation of the other guests has turned to the practical
matter of hangover cures one man recommends chewing cabbage another suggests wearing amethysts the host a distinguished senator proclaims that the only way to avoid headaches is to avoid bad wine and orders a steward to bring up an amphra of 50 year old valerian the wine is opened dosed with honey and passed around the first cup isn't very good but the second cup isn't bad at all and the third goes down splendidly you stagger out the door a few m fry later leaning heavily on one of your bodyguards birds are beginning to chirp in the gardens
and the stars with all their spangled gods and heroes spin merrily overhead wheeling over the cool and empty streets through the final hour of night if you enjoyed this video please consider supporting toldenstone on patreon you might also enjoy my book naked statues fat gladiators and were elephants thanks for watching you
