I’ve described it as being more like meatloaf. I haven’t had authentic Scottish haggis, but I’ve been to a Burns Supper in Seattle a few times at a James Beard-winning restaurant where the chef slaughters the lamb and makes the haggis himself.
I’ve had black pudding and white pudding (its bloodless cousin) a few times and enjoyed it.
I tried durian. I thought it tasted fine, just kinda sweet and custardy, and the smell wasn’t nearly as bad as advertised. I’d describe it as “onions that are just starting to go bad”. The smell DOES linger for quite some time, which is probably part of why it has its reputation.
I ordered a can off eBay once out of morbid curiosity. I took it to a public park so as not to offend my roommate and did everything the way Youtube told me to - open the can underwater to minimize the spray, slice a few filets off of the herring, and eat it rolled up on a piece of lefse with some boiled potato, chopped red onion, sour cream, and dill.
I took two bites and swallowed them, and decided “That’s not as bad as I was expecting it to be, I’m glad I tried it, and now I never have to try it again,” then threw out the rest of the can, dumped the water down a storm drain, and never went to that park again.
My fifth-grade teacher had an annual tradition with his class where he and another fifth-grade teacher would load up their RVs and take both their classes together for an overnight campout in the Colorado Desert (which, despite the name, is located in southern California). For dinner he served us his own special recipe chili, that he only admitted after serving it, had rattlesnake meat mixed in with the beef and pork. I recall the chili tasted pretty good.
I remember when Rubio’s got in legal trouble for selling a “lobster burrito” that was actually made from langoustine. Big whoops on their part.
One thing I haven’t seen mentioned in this thread yet is Jeppson’s Malört, the wormwood liqueur that’s considered an infamous Chicago classic, almost the evil twin of the rest of its iconic food culture. Both times I’ve been to Chicago I made a point of ordering a shot just to say I did it. That stuff DESERVES its reputation - it tastes like drinking a tire that just ran over a grapefruit tree.

