We read about this restaurant that would do fresh cuts of homemade deli meats and cheeses… it turned out to be a straight up meat market.  They loaned us glasses and set us up outside on barrels while we stood in the street because there simply isn’t enough room inside.  Evan and I had a fabulously gluttonous time eating while watching passersby react to the place.  The restaurant looked fairly eclectic and smelled of meat, but other than that I’m not quiet sure what everyone was so intrigued about.  Near the end of our meal, a man mistook our food for samples set out by the restaurant.  He reached into our bag of bread, took a piece and was about to dip it in olive oil when he finally noticed my shocked face.  I didn’t know how to tell him in Italian that it was our lunch, but as he set the piece of bread back down he said “sorry, excuse me” in ENGLISH!  I should have known!