I’m with TN*Hippie on this one. I’ll eat anything. I was at a restaurant that had sweetbreads on the menu and I got super-excited (in case you’re not aware, “sweetbreads” are not breads, nor are they sweet… um, go look it up). So I ordered them. The waitress looked at me funny, asked if I knew what they were. Yes, I did. She went and told the bartender some idiot got the sweetbreads. He stared at me. No one could believe I had ordered the sweetbreads.
Anyway, when it came it was delicious (my date didn’t want any, for some reason; this gal thought white cheddar was astonishingly exotic), and the restaurant actually comped the sweetbreads for me. Yep. “They’re GIVING THEM AWAY!”
Anyway: I’ve had scrambled calf-brains, barbecued sparrow (in Japan), alligator steak, all kinds of stuff. I’ll eat anything, and I pretty much love all of it. Not real big on celery, but I’ll eat it.
Oh yeah: I don’t eat sweets and pretty much never have. Other than that, though.