On My Plate: Siena

Usually a sandwich requires some mayo, mustard or olive oil to grease the wheels, as it were. Not this one.

Where: Pizzicheria de Miccoli, Siena, Italy

What: Don’t be fooled by the name. An Italian ‘pizzicheria’ is not to be confused with a ‘pizzeria’. Whereas the latter serves pizza, the former is more like a delicatessen, serving ham, cheese, sausages, that sort of foodstuff. This particular pizzicheria is just a bun-throw from Siena’s iconic Piazza del Campo, where they run the ridiculous horse race around the shell-shaped piazza. But trust me, once you get this warm roasted pork filled bun in your hand you won’t want to throw it anywhere. The herbed pork is so full of flavour, so bursting with fat, that it needs nothing more than a plain old bit of bread to make it fly. There are about a dozen brazenly basic meals I’ve had in my travels, that were so delicious I tear up thinking about them. This one is numero uno.

Charlie Scott downs any sandwich like he’s Takeru Kobayashi going for the title at Nathan’s. You can imagine how long this one lasted.