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