Florence · Food

The T-bone by the kilo, blood-rare, shared — Tuscany's ritual splurge.

Tripe sandwich from a street cart — the workers' lunch that outlived the Medici.

Iron-hall market: produce downstairs, food counters upstairs till midnight.

The schiacciata sandwich with the world's longest queue — it moves fast, and it's earned.

Covered tubs, muted colors, seasonal flavors — the signs of the real thing.