Hakarl

When in Rome, or Iceland, I guess . . . When Gary and I went to Iceland a couple years ago we felt that we had to go ahead, against our better judgment, to try the national dish, hakarl, fermented shark. It was pretty odious, but maybe it's an acquired taste. But, like I've often opined, once you've had donkey penis you really can't turn your nose up at anything.

It was served with a traditional Icelandic liquor, which I think was actually more odious than the hakarl. Generally, folks from Iceland possess a level of badassery that I simply don't possess.