Last night at dinner the Google Zurich cafe was serving horse. Yes, you heard me right, my friend Flicka, Mr. Ed, Misty of Chincoteague, Sea Biscuit, and all that. Out of morbid curiosity, yes, I tasted a tiny piece. I chewed it about halfway through before I had a vomiting sensation and quickly swallowed it. Then I made a connection. This tasted just like that huge plate of meat and pasta I had about a month ago.
“I think I ate a huge plate of horse about a month ago,” I said to my coworkers.
“Yeah,” one of them replied, “we were wondering why you were eating that.”
I think I’m gonna puke now.
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Ohmigod… GROSS.
I hate that feeling… like the one time I accidently ate a chicken strip that got mixed in with my fried fish strips. I swear I haven’t had chicken in so long, I couldn’t even tell it was chicken. I nearly threw up too.
I think I am going to vomit for you. I am in to trying new things, but horse is not on the list.
I had raw pony in Tokyo along with the Sushi and Deep Fried Whale. It was delicious…
when in the Philippines, my brother and his trusty video camera went through the outdoor markets looking for dog. He found some, but couldn’t bring himself to eat any.