My lips, this cricket

This is a post designed exactly so that people can weigh in on the most exotic foodstuff they’ve consumed.  It’s going to fall heavily on the side of carnivores, for which I apologize in advance, but if you have tasted fresh rowan from the Himalayas, by all means, speak up.

I’ve dined twice at this restaurant in London, Archipelago, which specializes in exotic cuisine.  The first time I went, I was too embarrassed to take photographs of our meal, because this is desperately uncool.  The second time I had no such compunction and snapped away, as I was truly regretful I had not documented the first time I ate crickets.

While by no means cheap, it is reasonably priced for the quality and rarity on offer, and a great place to bring out-of-towners looking for a bit of a treat.  My first visit, I had the ostrich starter (ostrich is always amazing – thready and flavorful) and the zebra steak.  (more…)


I apologize in advance to any of you who are picky eaters. I am sure in many other ways you are all fine and wonderful people. But I just find extreme picky-eater-ness, well into adulthood, to be very annoying. Kids, I get, because they have more attuned taste buds than we have as adults and foods taste stronger to them. But grown adults, well into their 30s and 40s, who turn their nose up because you only have olive oil, for example, and they can’t fry up a hamburger patty in olive oil because it “tastes weird” — that is just odd.

Two of the closest people in my life are the biggest picky eaters I have ever encountered — my sister and my oldest friend. I can handle it, I suppose, that the list of things they refuse to eat is a million times longer than the short list of things they will eat. But going to a restaurant with them, or trying to enjoy a meal with them, or cooking for them, can be like visiting hell. (more…)