I recall being met with raised eyebrows when telling people my plans to visit Lyon. “Why Lyon?”, I was asked on numerous occasions, and my answer didn’t seem to lessen their curiosity. “To eat pig’s brains, obviously”.
There is notably a Marmite reaction as our group bites into one of the first chocolate samples of the evening. The most common emotion appears to be that of confusion, and I think to myself: “This is smoky... almost like cigarettes, but surely not?”
It’s 11pm and sleepy Piazza Maggiore is nearly ready for bed. If it were not for murmurs from a nearby alleyway, it would be completely silent. As I get nearer, it turns out the murmurs are laughter and it is soon clear what all the fuss is about. Wine is flowing and cheese is in abundance. I suddenly realise that I must have stumbled across the heart of Bologna – it's famous Quadrilatero...
“Are you feeling under the weather, darling? I best make you some chicken soup!” is some of the heart-warming wisdom that I so fondly associate with my grandmother.