Dynafit’s Italian boot guru Fede tells me they’ve got more and better pastries in Italy than in Austria. Proof has not been forthcoming and I’m wondering if such outlandish claims might be something that was the root cause of historic battles fought in the mountains near here? Whatever the case, I went native last evening and ended up with dinner at a restaurant that specializes in horse meat. Fede delicately mentioned that some Americans are uncomfortable with equestrian cuisine. My philosophy with travel eating is to practice total immersion (at least up to the point of physical impossibility), so I dived in and had some, um, horse for dinner. The food was terrific and the desserts of course worth their weight in gold. Such as this plate of goodness. What is it?