I used to get random cravings for raw meat, probably some iron deficiency or something. I'd buy a steak once a week, season it with some salt pepper and garlic, maybe a few dashes of liquid smoke, and go to town on my NY Strip or Filet (while hidden away from the normal folk, locked in my room to cover the shame).

Never got sick or anything, but it satisfied something deep in me from those days. Every now and then I still get the craving, but God damn are beef prices atrocious these days, no raw buppy for me

I still agree with chicken, but beef I've been convinced.

When I was about 17 I was working at a small venue / in house catering company. At the time one of my jobs was to start the fire for the smoker and prep the meat. We got a 'baron' of beef. I'm honestly still not sure what cut that was but, it was huge had two grains and a thick fat cap. I had to trim some of the fat and season it.

The owners wife was very pregnant with a boy (some cultural thing where she wanted to make her boy manly IDK) she came up to me and asked me to trim off a piece of raw beef. I tried to talk her out of it but she was the boss I was a kid. she ate it and went about her day. I figured I should to.

it was beefy. it really helped me appreciate the flavor of the beef.. did again several times.