When it comes to food, I’ll pretty much eat anything. My stomach has been known to become sentient, forcing me to uncontrollably gorge on anything remotely edible.
There are few foods that I outright dislike, but this Icelandic dish pushed me to my gastronomic limits. It’s not that this food is composed of strange internal organs or that it’s been cooked in a particularly offensive way.. Actually, when I describe it, the food sounds perfectly benign and quite tasty: smoked trout.
Smoked trout! Why would anyone hate a bit of smoked trout? It’s a fairly standard food, nothing particularly worrying about it. But when you taste it, you may as well start checking if you have emphysema because this Icelandic delicacy tastes like cigarettes.
Yep, cigarettes. As soon as you open the vacuum sealed pack of smoked trout, a waft of tobacco fills the air. Tearing the rubbery pink flesh off with my fingers, each bite leaves the lingering taste of smoky regret. I don’t know what smoking methods these “chefs” are using, but the flavor is so potent that a cigarette scent is stained permanently on my fingers.
The taste is so offensive, that I would rather take up smoking than endure another bite of this delicacy. There is no sauce or condiment that you could add to this smoked trout to mask it’s odor. Be warned travelers to Iceland, be warned.
There are few foods that I outright dislike, but this Icelandic dish pushed me to my gastronomic limits. It’s not that this food is composed of strange internal organs or that it’s been cooked in a particularly offensive way.. Actually, when I describe it, the food sounds perfectly benign and quite tasty: smoked trout.
Smoked trout! Why would anyone hate a bit of smoked trout? It’s a fairly standard food, nothing particularly worrying about it. But when you taste it, you may as well start checking if you have emphysema because this Icelandic delicacy tastes like cigarettes.
Yep, cigarettes. As soon as you open the vacuum sealed pack of smoked trout, a waft of tobacco fills the air. Tearing the rubbery pink flesh off with my fingers, each bite leaves the lingering taste of smoky regret. I don’t know what smoking methods these “chefs” are using, but the flavor is so potent that a cigarette scent is stained permanently on my fingers.
The taste is so offensive, that I would rather take up smoking than endure another bite of this delicacy. There is no sauce or condiment that you could add to this smoked trout to mask it’s odor. Be warned travelers to Iceland, be warned.
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