hard salami should hang from the ceiling. we'd just rolled into nashville, up to help move my son in, and he suggested noshville as a place to meet and eat. a place to stoke up and strategize the furniture shopping and target runs ahead. so when we walked into noshville and i saw the swinging ceiling salami and a case of oversized, homemade cakes, i figured at least he won't go hungry around here. normal people get a breakfast that looks like this--eggs, bacon, cutesy fruit, toast. then there are fools like me who can be easily double-dog dared ( or the sinister triple dog dare ) into just about any gustatory adventure, especially if its called the dare breakfast sandwich. i've eaten a 4 inch long tobacco worm on a dare--bit it right in half, the green worm blood splashing my chin. i've sipped moonshine from a soup spoon, that was set on fire, on a dare. the dare breakfast sandwich, chock full with 3 eggs, sausage, bacon, ham, and cheese on two thick slabs of french toast, just about o