Prosciutto.

There’s an unwritten rule in Italy, and particularly in more sophisticated towns like Verona, that you must at least attempt to eat your body weight in salumi each day. It’s everywhere; in cafes, bistros, wine bars and cellar doors, and it’s uniformly top-notch. If cold meats aren’t to your taste, such attempts can be switched for arancini, assorted pastries, cakes or the creamiest of polenta. Horse, of course, is popular in Verona, but it’s also popular to give it a wide berth.