When I was in the Navy in the '60s, Baluts were a standard item in Navy lore. Supposedly (And probably with some truth) it was common practice, when in the Phillipines, to get a shipmate drunk enough to eat a Balut. I never saw one, let alone eat one.

The ultimate Zimmer food moment for me was just a few weeks ago. He sat down to breakfast in North Africa to a plate featuring what he described as unidentified, reeking, decomposing meat. He noted that it was drawing flys enmasse, and that the stuff frightened him. He then proceeded to eat some. Just a couple of bites, but...dear gawd, why would anyone do that to himself?