And for my final dinner? I went back to The Black Hoof to devour more delicious deliciosities: ...tried their Pork Belly (faaawkkkk--it may look like a meat meteor, but it tastes like a bacon planet!): ...and consumed one of my enemies: horse. Now in theory I don't have any problems with horses, but they've always had a problem with me, so fuck 'em. And besides--motorbikes make far better travel companions, don't bite, don't eat beefarino and don't poop all over the place. But the one thing the horse has going for it that the motorbike doesn't? Taste. Ya can't eat a KTM, but you CAN dine on equine (in Canada at least--in many countries it's illegal). Now the "Black Stallion" box can be checked off on my 'beasts I've consumed' spreadsheet. Now if the thought of eating horse is making your stomach churn, your tongue will probably feel nauseatingly alive upon realizing that it's also raw. Gargling down five blobs of "My Little Pony" sashimi ranks at the top of my list of paleo-epicurean adventures. Muhuhaahaaa! Damn it's good to be a carnivore!