I just came back from almost three weeks in Italy: Sicily, the far south of the country into the heel of the boot, and ending with a few days in glorious Rome. The entire trip was magnificent and the food was incomparable: every single meal. Therefore, I had no urge to try any of the snacks I found in a highway espresso stop. BTW, I didn’t see one Starbucks during the entire trip; I think the company must realize that Italian coffee is far superior and a fraction of the price.
As far as language goes, to my ear Italian is the most beautiful and expressive language I am familiar with. So musical! If you want a pinch of salt you use a pizzica. Isn’t that adorable?