Shark, that is buried, rotten and fermented.
A personal hero of mine Anthony Bourdain once said that Hakarl is the most disgusting thing he’s ever eaten. For a guy that’s eaten a lot of gross stuff, that’s saying a lot!
Why eat rotten shark?
The natural beauty of the place has left me slapping myself, silly whilst the hunt for traditional Icelandic fare has been bordering on frustrating.
It’s only been a couple of days in Iceland, and already I’m falling in love with the place. The views are astonishing, the people are genuine and the food is unique.
Set to tick off a bunch of NOLA dishes on Saturday night, alas we were flooded in… The 6 inches in less than an hour downpour saw us wade through raw sewerage to get back to the hotel… turns out restaurants can’t be open when they are a foot deep in poop, who knew!?!
In case anyone who thought I’d be writing about a three day bender, culminating in running naked covered in beads down bourbon street, I’m sorry, that’s gonna have to be the next trip.
It’s sunny, warm, and muggy as hell in a hotpot (but not as grossly hot as first led to believe).
One of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned while being a semi-professional gadabout, is to get out of the comfort zone and ask a local.
I don’t mean asking for directions, I’m referring to plucking up the courage to ask people who live in your destination to tell you where the “best place for (insert what you’re looking for here) is”.