Within moments, a warm sandwich of ox tongue, homemade pickles, and a delicate mayonnaise on toasted bread was placed before me. Because of my difficulty eating meat (again, due to a lack of saliva), I was hesitant to try it, for fear of choking, but I did. I’ve never made a better decision. I’ve also never been so glad to be bullied into eating something. It was delicate and rich and like nothing I had ever eaten in Rome.
