Was schmeckt übler? Hákarl oder Surströmming?
You know those awkward moments where you’re at a friend’s dinner party, or
at a restaurant, and something is placed before you that you don’t like the
look of? Where an internal battle rages – whether to offend your host and
pass, or munch down on it anyway, come what may? That decision governed by
the answer to one and only one question : “How bad could it be?”
I know how bad it could be. I’ve tasted it. Twice.