To accompany my girly drink (my dining companion, who actually is a girl, ordered a Guinness, and laughed at me for drinking pink stuff) we ordered a non-girly appetizer called moi moi ($5). My confused Iowan brothers would probably try to use this to wipe up spilled guava juice Looking back, I’m pretty sure that the stinky gamey taste was partly in my head I just wasn’t psychologically ready to embrace goat until I’d eaten it a few times. I wasn’t completely open-minded about the kangaroo salad, either-though I ultimately thought the kangaroo meat was tastier than the lame vegetables that accompanied it.Īnd goat? I thought it was a skinky, gamey beast when I first tried it. I love good chicharron now, but that took a few tries. Did I give the Bajan cow hooves a completely fair shot? Probably not-I nibbled at them, nodding bravely, and trying hard not to think about what I was eating.

I honestly love gelatinous Korean fish skins and slimy okra, but it’s hard for me to be truly open-minded about offal, hooves, and other “non-Midwestern” meat products, despite my best efforts. I’m allegedly a well-traveled guy with a reasonably adventurous palate, but sometimes I realize that I have irrational, Midwestern-esque mental blocks about certain foods. Wanna scare my brothers in Iowa? Put this in front of them, and make bleating sounds.

Goat eyeballs