Now that there I vote as 'Title of The Day'. From this article.
Shit, I would absolutely go into an authentic Chinese restaurant and order the Dog Plate. I've eaten dog, and it is wonderful. It was a Black Lab, as I recall, caught and stewed by hobos, who shared with me their bounty (they had caught in someone's yard) during one of my frequent forays into vagabondom during my misspent youth. I rode my thumb everywhere, in those pre-serial-killer days.
I will eat just about anything, except testicles of any sort, or seafood with spikes and/or appendages. Donkey is mentioned in the linked article, and I would not eat those, either. I have been offered horsemeat, but was put off by the smell. I will not eat any rodent, insect, or turtle. I might consider eating a snapping turtle. Mean bastards.
I have eaten many snakes. Though I would never eat frog for any reason.
The drugs I have to take have stolen much of my sense of smell, and most of my appetite. And what taste I have left has been altered, so foods I used to relish, now smell like crap, and I crave foods I would never have touched before. And cooking pancakes, once a pleasure, well, now they smell horrible to me. This is probably the worst part of my decline and fall.