I used to live just outside of Tokyo. There's a lot of weird food there. Once, I ate the entirety of a sparrow, impaled on a sizable toothpick. I had myself a still-living sea urchin. I partook of Sashimi cut from the midsection of a fish, attached to a yet-quivering head and tail. I ate a tiny octopus while it was still alive, and it swam its final swimmings in the caustic sea of my digestive juices. In Tokyo, anything that you can put in your mouth can be found. Behind the doors, or in the cramped alleys, or secreted between blaring neon columns, universes of fantastical foodstuffs abound and can be found.
Except for poop. I'm pretty sure there are some things even the Japanese won't eat.
http://news.cnet.com/8301-17852_3-20072270…
Except for poop. I'm pretty sure there are some things even the Japanese won't eat.