I once ate a Ukrainian delicacy at a Christmas banquet in Kiev. The delicacy is what we would call a slice of lard. Fuck, I can still taste it - uugh!
My former boss was once served (close your eyes and skip to the next post if you're squeamish, scroll down if you're not)....
the brains of a live monkey. The monkey's head was jammed through a hole in the underside of the table with the rest of the monkey in a box under the table. At the signal of the host (a Chinese government official) the silver cover was removed from the table in front of each diner, revealing the top of the head of their personal monkey. A special waiter then visited each monkey's head with something like a samurai sword and, hey presto.
After the shrieking dies away, you eat them warm with a special spoon. If you are a gourmet, you're supposed to eat them before the shrieking dies away.
Sorry. I did warn you.
My former boss was once served (close your eyes and skip to the next post if you're squeamish, scroll down if you're not)....
the brains of a live monkey. The monkey's head was jammed through a hole in the underside of the table with the rest of the monkey in a box under the table. At the signal of the host (a Chinese government official) the silver cover was removed from the table in front of each diner, revealing the top of the head of their personal monkey. A special waiter then visited each monkey's head with something like a samurai sword and, hey presto.
After the shrieking dies away, you eat them warm with a special spoon. If you are a gourmet, you're supposed to eat them before the shrieking dies away.
Sorry. I did warn you.