An important part of travelling is tasting regional specialties

I have just ordered a raw sausage sandwich.  I didn’t do it on purpose, though I had heard that the local “salsiccia di Bra” (sausage from Bra) is mostly eaten raw, and I should have known.  You can see here that I'm not lying: 

But now I’m sitting here looking at it, thinking that this is Italy and if you don’t eat the food, you get in trouble with the waitresss.  

Hmm...

But I’m an adventurous eater, right?  This is pushing even my boundaries, but I can’t just send it back.  (Someday I’ll post the kidneys-in-the-camera-bag story).   I love sushi, right?  (says the angel on my right shoulder).  Red meat is different (says the devil on my left shoulder). 

Well, here goes…

Molto buono!  With every bite, I have to make a conscious effort to set aside my aversion to raw meat and then it’s really quite good.  You can taste the nutmeg, wine, and something else I can't put my finger on.  By the way, Mom, when you get here, we can eat this every day!  OK, I'm just kidding.  It really is good, but it's not a Tuscan specialty so you are out of luck I'm afraid.

OK. That's all I can eat; I got about 90% of the way there.  It's a big sandwich and there's also a big slab of cheese inside.  I ask for the bill, and the waitress wants to know why I didn't eat it all.