I was given a little slice of hakarl, the fermented Greenland shark, when I was in Iceland, followed it up with a shot of Black Death, the Icelandic schnapps.

I survived. But after years of commercial fishing and trapping not much bothers me, probably ate too many sandwiches with fish or furbearer viscera, urine, blood, etc. on my hands to worry about something like putrified shark flesh.



One thing I recall in Iceland that was kinda strange but I enjoyed was a chunk of the ventral groove of a fin whale that was part blubber with a fringe of muscle that was pickled in whey and aged. It was kinda like a firm cheese that was sliced and eaten along with more shots of booze.

I like experiencing the traditional stuff wherever I go.