Another reason why choosing what to eat here can be difficult is because boiled bugs are all the rage. I promise you that this is not just an odd and rare sighting of boiled bugs; they are entirely ubiquitous here. They're like hot dogs in the States, always sold next to the corn on the cob at fairs and national parks and at little stands set up to serve people hiking in the woods.
Mike says we need to try them before we leave, in the spirit of "When in Rome..." I reminded him that they don't eat bugs in Rome. They eat pizza, pasta, and tiramisu. I also told him if he wants me to eat bugs, he should move me to Rome.