Not long ago, even in the larger cities on the Italian peninsula, the concept of ordering take-out that wasn’t pizza was alien. In the last two years, there has been an invasion of reflective jacket-wearing superhumans who bike to our homes and offices with steaming parcels of curry and noodles. You can see them in a pre-dinner slow spot, grouped together in a square soaking up the sun before the evening rush. In this industry where timing is everything, booking delivery on a weekday lunchtime means you might go hungry. After all, there are only so many riders to go around, which begs us to ask: why is there suddenly such a high demand for someone to bring you your grub in Florence?