Here's another tale for all you grossologists;

From this morning's newspaper--
Viking Breath
Travel broadens the palate, writes Jonathan Young in the Sunday Telegraph:
" 'First you urinate on the meat, then bury it for four months before digging it up and eating it raw,' explained Loftur, pushing a saucer of diced Greenland shark towards us. It sounds like a joke...'No, really, it's a traditional Icelandic dish, insisted Loftur, popping an off-grey cube into his mouth and gulping down a shot of brennivin(literally "burnt wine"). 'Go on!' The sensation was not unpleasant-- so long as I remembered not to breathe. If I did, ammonia of rotted shark gave my lungs a sound kicking and threatened to coax up yesterday's breakfast."

I think I'll wait for the vegetarian version...

Rich