Yeah, I very much enjoyed the kibbeh nayyeh. I used to get it from a place called Anita’s Kitchen. They’re still around, and still have it on the menu.
I’ve never tried beef tongue, but I have heard it’s delicious.
Beef tongue sandwiches from a deli are definitely delicious. There’s nothing particularly odd about beef tongue as a meat, it’s just another muscle like every other cut of beef. It’s nowhere near the rotting-fish or far-end-of-the-alimentary-canal level of food.
I’ve eaten carpaccio in the past and thought it was good, but I’m generally squeamish about raw foods. I don’t eat raw fish or even lox, and definitely not oysters. My wife loves steak tartare and has gotten sick from it in the past. One thing I had access to but was never tempted to try was muktuk, which is whale blubber often served raw.
So basically any food that has a fair chance of poisoning one is off my wish list. 140F minimum, people! And no insects!
Oh yeah, forgot to mention those in my OP. I do love raw oysters, though there is an element of Russian Roulette to them I’ve heard, even in the best restaurants.
I don’t often order them when I’m dining out with my wife, though. She’s grossed out by even the look of them. “Ewwww…how can you eat them-- they look like snot!” Me: “thanks for that mental image…” 
I just use my fingers. 
I do okay with chopsticks, having learned at a dinner party hosted at a Chinese restaurant by a friend of my brother’s, but prefer not to.
I don’t think I had ever tried beef tongue before I was served it in the cafeteria at the company where I worked in Moscow. I liked it fine, until I reassembled the slices on my plate and realized what it was that I was eating. I’ll still eat it today, but with some horseradish on the side.
I don’t get why haggis is derided by so many people who have never even tried it. Yes, it’s made with ovine sweetmeats and cooked inside a sheep’s stomach, but it tastes like spicy liverwurst. I guess this would put you off if you don’t like the taste of liver in any form, but I think it’s lovely! I’d happily include it as part of a Scottish full breakfast any day, alongside rounds of black and white pudding.
Some people don’t like fishy-tasting food either, but I love caviar. Of course, Beluga black is the best sort, but I’ll happily eat black lumpfish and red salmon roe as well. My dad, who loved making snarkey remarks whenever something was not to his taste, once said “You don’t like eating those slimy fish eggs, do you?” when I ordered caviar in a restaurant. I replied with “You’re goddamned right I do, so put a sock in it!” (or words to that effect).
growing up with eastern European grandparents, I was occasionally subjected to sultz, essentially minced pigs feet in a gelatin matrix. It was repulsive to me as a child, and made the entire house smell like (what else?) feet.
My paternal grandparents emigrated from Austria-Hungary to the US in the early 20th century and settled in Milwaukee. I never met my grandparents, but I was told that grandpa raised chickens in the backyard. In an effort to waste not/want not, he would saute their severed heads, crack the skulls open, and suck out their brains. I guess this was a delicacy for him, but I can’t help wondering if he seasoned them with sweet or hot paprika.
I’ve eaten, but I’m not a fan of chicken feet.
My brother used to eat pickled pigs feet. Ghastly-looking stuff, and while I worshiped him when I was a kid, there was no way I was going to try that.
My stepfather liked to make raw hamburger sandwiches. I’m not sure if he even used salt or pepper. He also liked milk toast; if you’re not familiar, it’s just a piece of toast mashed down into a glass of milk and eaten with a spoon. Nope to both.
I can only eat certain forms of fat. Bacon is fine. Ground up in sausage is also fine. But hunks of fat on a steak or other meat literally makes me gag if I accidently get a hunk of it in my mouth. Stems from a bad incident when I was in pre-school and was forced to eat a hunk of fat in a bowl of soup. I was then punished for barfing it up.
Attended a concert at the amphitheater last week, guy next to me was eating a bratwurst
on a bun when he showed the pink center of the meat to his wife who asked you’re not gonna eat that? He said I’m taking it back it might be under cooked. I minded my business but wanted to tell him it’s probably the spices.
He came back with the same half eaten bratwurst and said the concession stand explained it was natural due to spices.
I am usually pretty safe these days WRT foods and their provenance. When traveling, I open up a bit tho. When I was young and doing the backpacker thing thru Europe, I was staying at a friend’s guest house in Tyrol, northern Italy, which is heavily German in culture. I had a private room and toilet all to myself after a couple weeks of living in hostels, and wasn’t even being charged for the stay! My friend went to work and left me with her mother, who spoke German but almost no English. After a day of hiking around the nearby mountains and returning before dark, the mother served me a bowl of hot soup and a hunk of fresh-made bread - I was in heaven! After a couple spoonful’s of the soup I started wondering what was in it - bits of meat I could recognize as well as some other chewy stuff. I drained the bowl and it was promptly refilled! At that point I recognized the aroma from the soup giving off a slight grassy smell, like freshly cut lawn, and realized it was tripe floating around in the soup. However, since I was a guest, and staying for free, and having nearly no communication with my host at that point, I decided it would be rude to not eat what was provided, and downed that second bowl.
Another time more recently, I was at the start of a hiking trip in Patagonia and spent a few days ahead of the formal trip in Valparaiso, Chile. I booked a walking tour of the city and it stopped at the fish market which was fantastic, but around back of one of the booths where our guide knew someone, we were offered some sort of crustacean, dug fresh out of it’s shell by the woman’s bare fingers. The others slurped-up whatever it was without hesitation, and when it came to be my turn, I sheepishly passed on it. Since it was the start of my trip, and I spent a lot of money and get there, I was not going to risk it to taste something potentially gross (or to give me the runs) in front of a few strangers I’d never see again. Besides, there was plenty of other fresh, interesting, and delicious cooked food everywhere else.
But that’s the best part! I loooooove eating hunks of fat off a steak. Always have. 
Same, my wife doesn’t like them so I steal them from her plate 