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You've probably heard the term "comfort food" -- warm homestyle meals made of familiar dishes that remind you of home and childhood and immediately put you in a good mood. Macaroni and cheese, maybe tomato soup and grilled cheese -- that sort of thing.

These are the extreme motherfucking opposite of that.

The Octopus That Squirms While You Eat It

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Have you ever read one of H.P. Lovecraft's chilling tales of unfathomable horror and thought "sounds delicious"? Then you'd probably enjoy the Japanese and Korean delicacy known as odori don. It's literally a live squid or octopus dumped on your plate and served to you, its legs still thrashing around in the sauce.

Here, Ock tries to recreate a scene from Flashdance.

Well, it's not alive in the strictest sense, because they remove the thing's brain before they slap it onto the plate. They're not monsters. But by the time it hits your table, it was alive so recently that it still flaps its tentacles around and tries to escape when you pour soy sauce over it. What's happening here, besides your own nightmares being harvested and served to you on a platter, is that the octopus' nerves and muscles are still active and spring to life when they come into contact with salt, like the salt in soy sauce.

Evidently, those who partake of this and other types of sannakji say that it's the sensation of the tentacles writhing about inside your mouth that creates the appeal, rather than the fairly bland taste. Because you really know that your seafood is fresh when it's trying to fight its way out of your mouth.

Here, Ock tries to get fresh with this man.

Of course, if you care to try it, you should probably be aware that sannakji carries a not insignificant risk of death. Being that an octopus' tentacles are covered in powerful suction cups, this thing can and will grab onto the inside of your throat and lodge itself there, choking you. The danger posed by the still-squirming cephalopods means that it's banned in some countries, like Australia. Even they have a line.

The Severed Human Toe Cocktail

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The sourtoe cocktail is a versatile drink, in that the liquid part can be whatever you like. Whatever helps you cope with what you're about to do, really. Honestly, we're thinking it doesn't matter a whole lot, because even if your wondrous elixir is so perfectly potent and gloriously flavored that it'd knock Dionysus himself flat on his probably-already-drunk ass, what you've made is not a sourtoe cocktail until you drop a disembodied human toe in it.

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And not the pinky toe. It's gotta be Big Bob.

The Canadian bar that serves the toes doesn't want anyone getting anything more than psychologically ill from their delightful beverage, so the digits are first drained of all bodily fluids and pickled. Yes, this means you won't die unless you choke on it, but it also changes its appearance from "severed human toe" to "gangrenous severed human toe."

"But ... why?!" we hear you say. Basically, in 1973, Captain Dick Stevenson found some guy's frostbitten toe floating in a jar of moonshine in some cabin somewhere. After concluding that it probably belonged to a Yukon moonshine runner and dated back to the 1920s, he said to himself, "That needs to be in a drink," and the sourtoe cocktail was born. The best part? There's a rule if you drink it: "You can drink it fast, you can drink it slow, but the lips have gotta touch the toe." No swallowing, though, because severed toes are hard to find.

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Luckily, it's northwest Canada, so "frostbitten" is a whole advertising demographic.

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Shrimp That Twitch on Your Plate

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So maybe you thought the "live" octopus earlier was a cop-out -- it didn't have its brain, after all, so it was just nerves firing in response to the liquid. No, you want your seafood alive, damn it, and wriggling on the plate. But you don't want it to suffer. Good news! In Japan and China, they have a solution: They make shrimp more pliable to the idea of being eaten alive by getting them shitfaced drunk first.

Trying the same thing on your date is immoral and illegal.

"Drunken shrimp" is a dish that slaps subtlety right in the face and provides exactly what it promises. The live shrimp twitching listlessly on your plate have been soaked in either sake or a Chinese spirit called baijiu, which is upwards of 100 proof and tastes a little worse than rocket fuel. This results in shrimp that are drunker than a German frat party. The alcohol is probably well appreciated, because eating the shrimp requires stripping off its shell and biting off its still twitching body, which is not something you want to happen to you when you're stone sober.

Apparently, in addition to making the shrimp pleasantly amenable to death, the liquor makes them super thirsty, so they eagerly suck up whatever marinade your chef chooses to soak them in. Plus you imbibe a few shots of powerful booze right along with your meal, transferring the shrimp's intoxication to yourself in the most terrifyingly roundabout way possible.

An ogre eats you next, and the circle of booze continues.

Fruit Bat Soup


This is really just a colossal middle finger to the concept of food preparation. The entire process for preparing fruit bat soup, as it's enjoyed in Guam, is as follows: rinse off the bat, boil it, chop some vegetables (sometimes), douse everything in coconut milk, serve. Notice how "shave the bat" is conspicuously absent from that list. Fur is eaten along with eyes, wings, and just about everything else that's not bone.

It's not a bad idea because it offends our delicate sensibilities; it's a bad idea because eating this is a marvelous way to punch holes in your brain. When they're alive, these bats eat plants that are known to cause neurological diseases in humans, so when you take a bat with a belly full of poison seeds and toss it right into your stew, it doesn't take a doctor to figure out what's going to happen next.

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But it does take a doctor to cure you. Just kidding! There is no cure.

Parkinson's isn't even the worst part; it's actually only a third of the neurological disorder you're likely to get from this. The other two-thirds are Lou Gehrig's disease and Alzheimer's, resulting in a cocktail of cerebral malfunctions known scientifically as amyotrophic lateral sclerosis-Parkinson's dementia complex, or ALS-PDC for short. We're reasonably certain that a diagnosis that involves lumping together all of the words nobody ever wants to hear applied to their brain into one long, six-word string of awful for which nobody can even come up with a clever acronym means it's probably something bad.

University of Hawaii
Still, the soup may reverse vampirism, so that's something.

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A Sea Urchin's Pulsating Gonads

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Yep, it's another dish that will squirm its way right down your goddamned throat. And we can't promise this is the last one.

The sea urchin, or uni, is mostly about as inedible as it looks. It's already probably the least appetizing thing that you can imagine, being that it's not much more than a tennis-ball-size tangle of thorns.

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The softer parts aren't particularly inviting either.

But it's full of fleshy and reportedly delicious chunks that are, for all intents and purposes, its gonads. And if you're in the mood for some sweet, tasty urchin nuts, then you don't have to wait for the thing to die; you can just crack its shell open in a vice and tuck in as it squirms.

The human scrotum wiggles just like this, in case you were curious.

This isn't just some crazy bullshit they do in Japan, either -- you can find places in LA and San Diego that will serve you up some live urchin nuts.

Restaurants are eager to insist that the urchins don't have brains or nervous systems, so they don't feel a thing while you're gorging yourself on their most intimate parts. That's got to be the bare minimum in terms of a selling point when you're inviting people to scoop the nut sack right out of a slimy, moving bowl of spikes and chew on it.

Raw, 4-Inch-Long Worms

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If you find yourself stuck wandering through the Australian Outback, you probably only have minutes to live, and that's a best case scenario. You won't find a Denny's out here, so why not do what the locals do and dig up some fat, squirming caterpillars to chow down on? It's probably the least disgusting thing you'll have to do today.

Not disgusting, just heartbreaking. Look at that adorable little face!

Food is scarce in the desert, and for thousands of years the Australian Aborigines have relied partly on protein-rich witchetty grubs, which are the larvae of cossid moths. They're not prudes when it comes to preparing the grub, by which we mean they don't prepare it at all -- they just pull it out of the ground and chew on it until it stops moving.

Apparently, when Australia discovered real food, nobody told them that they could stop eating worms now, because the witchetty grub has grown to be regarded as kind of a national signature dish. As a bizarre turn for a critter once eaten only out of sheer desperation, witchetty grubs now turn up in fancy restaurants. And yes, eating them alive is part of the experience, like at La Cafetiere in Alice Springs, where you can order a live grub floating in a bowl of soup. It seems classier when you say it in French.

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Clearly a French plot, getting us used to wriggly appendages in our mouths.

Being able to stomach a live witchetty grub with a smile is kind of a rite of passage in Australia, with those who have attempted it reporting that it tastes like scrambled eggs, albeit eggs that are still scrambling as you chew. When Prince Charles visited the country in 2005, locals pushed a live grub to him, telling him he'd be rude not to try it. He politely refused, saying that there are limits. Then Australia had him killed. True story.

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Blood Clams

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Some of you think eating raw clams is already kind of gross, so any additional disgustingness would just be gravy. All right, so what if that proverbial gravy was a big pool of bright red blood?

Blood clams are clams that produce an excessive amount of hemoglobin (the stuff that helps make blood red), and there's really no way to crack one of these things open without copious amounts of crimson fluid doing a Tarantino on your plate:

The traditional preparation method of this Chinese delicacy is to boil them for a ridiculously short time (about 20 seconds) so all the blood is as just fresh as can be. Consumers of this dish insist that "damn near raw" is the best way to eat them; it's supposedly essential to the flavor.

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In lieu of serviettes, the restaurant provides tampons.

And a hell of a flavor it must be, because those who eat blood clams have decided it's worth all the hepatitis ... and when we say "all the hepatitis," we mean "ALL the hepatitis." Anyone who eats these has a 14 to 16 percent chance of contracting the disease because, surprise surprise, barely boiling things barely kills any germs! Blood clams are actually illegal in China because of it, so much so that anyone who gets caught selling them is fined 10 times what they make. But people still insist on selling and eating them, because they're apparently just that good (outbreak of 300,000 infections and 31 deaths good, to be exact).

Alastair Bathgate
So, you need tampons and condoms. You'll be running to the bathroom often while eating these.

And if you want to laugh at the crazy Chinese for ingesting such a horror, we should mention that they're also popular in New England right now, being sold raw with a citrus dressing to give that hepatitis some much-needed zest.

A Whole Cobra With Its Still-Beating Heart

Ryan Menezes

Of course, real badasses aren't content to just eat drunk seafood and worms. You might as well go all-out and visit the Vietnamese village of Le Mat near Hanoi, where they will rip out a snake's still-beating heart and serve it to you in a bowl without even giving a quarter of a shit.

Ryan Menezes
But they'll give a quart of other bodily fluids.

The "chefs" who offer live cobra dishes in Le Mat prepare the meal in a number of separate courses. If you're brave enough to order it from the menu, the chef will pull out a juicy snake, slaughter it in front of you, and drain its blood into a glass for you to drink, probably staring unblinking into your eyes the entire time.

Ryan Menezes
Maybe if he didn't stare so hard at you, he'd spill less on the floor.

The next course is a shot glass full of the cobra's bile and venom. No, seriously. The thing about most snake venom is that it has to be injected into your veins to do any damage -- the stomach breaks it down just fine, so it's merely a refreshing drink. Unless you have any cuts or ulcers in your mouth, in which case you will die horribly.

Ryan Menezes
The snake's death will seem swift and painless in comparison.

In time, the chef will prepare a full meal from the snake -- snake spring rolls, ribs, fried skin, snake scales over rice, and spinal soup. But at some point, which is what you really came here for, you get to swallow the cobra's raw heart while it's still beating. Because of course you do.

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A Bunch of Dead Birds Left to Rot in a Seal Carcass


This one comes from Greenland, and it is the result of 18 months of preparation, preservation, and fermentation, all of which are euphemisms for leaving it to rot under a pile of rocks. Kiviaq is death stuffed into yet more death, left to decay into the world's most macabre pinata: a sack of seal skin stuffed with the slowly liquefying bodies of hundreds of birds (yes, hundreds). Sure, the end result might be a withered mass of decomposed meat slurry, but it's edible, dammit, and that's what's important. That and smothering it in seal fat to ward off flies. Can't have flies.

Flies are gross. They eat sour fruit!

Your daily recommended allowance of protein isn't all you'll be getting here. The fermentation (read: rotting) process is intended to tenderize every part of the bird, bones and all, so dig in! No, you don't cook it.

Oh, and, for your sake, we do hope you're eating this outside; the odor will make life at home utterly nauseating for weeks if you open this indoors. But isn't that true of all fine cuisine?

Ryan Menezes is a writer and layout editor here at Cracked. He broke down and made a Twitter page just for his Cracked fans.

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