Fountainhall wrote:
"After some exquisite sashimi, the chef pulled a live flat fish out of a tank, flashed his sharp knife as though practising karate moves and then placed the tiny still beating heart on to a large plate in front of my boss. He recoiled, turned to me and asked if he had to eat it. Realising that if he refused custom dictated I would have to, I nodded enthusiastically." Hahaha. Love it. Poor bloke.

My absolutely very first meal in China was duck brain. The picture looked like something else. The waitress brought out two face up duck skull halves. I ate them, no real taste to speak of and a smooth slightly creamy texture. I've had fish (bass) down in Bang Saray that was so fresh it was still twitching as I ate it. Delicious.