the worst thing I've put in my mouth that's nominally labelled a foodstuff was an icelandic dish called Hakarl
it's basically shark meat that has been left to rot for months. You know when you leave fish outside for a few days, it get's that fishy putrifying smell. Well, that's the taste of Hakarl. Overpowering rotten fish flavour that triggers the vomit reflux as soon as it lands on your tongue. I've eaten many odd things in far-flung places, and mostly the percieved offensiveness is more in the mind than the physical sensation of eating it. Not with Hakarl. There's sound biological reasons why putrefying fish tastes awful. It seems legit, but I can't help but suspect it's just some evil prank they play on foreigners, the bjork-loving bastards
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Thu 26 May 2011, 16:53, 7 replies)

I'm off to Iceland in August -
and I am, by turns, looking forward to and dreading the cuisine.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 26 May 2011, 19:32, closed)

bring money, and buy beer in supermarkets if you want to save.
having said that, the times I visited were before its economy sank knee deep in fish guts
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Thu 26 May 2011, 22:07, closed)

not the supermarket
the airport
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Thu 26 May 2011, 22:29, closed)

The food is AWESOME!
I take it you are staying in Reykjavik? OH and I went last april for his 30th for 5 days and came back atleast half a stone heavier. What CADMonkey says about getting your booze airside is true BTW.

If you want some recommendations of where to go for eats, gaz me.
(GirlOfTheWorld, Fri 27 May 2011, 11:34, closed)

Noted.
I may, but closer to the time.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 27 May 2011, 15:05, closed)

I've tried that too
The way it was explained to me was inviting as well:
'Just keep chewing until you're about to be sick, then take a shot of this lovely ice cold vodka to make you feel better. It's nice...'.
Mental people. Too much cold wintertime with no light has melted their sense of reality.
(badgerlikespeed, Thu 26 May 2011, 21:45, closed)

In the words of Frank Sinatra
I chewed it up, then spat it out
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Thu 26 May 2011, 22:31, closed)