Reminds me of my parents first dinner in Canada. When my family emigrated from Italy to Canada, their first stop was Montreal. After settling into their hotel, they went to find some dinner and ended up at a restaurant. Montreal, was probably more French-centric back then (late 1960's) so they had some trouble communicating. End result? My parents ended up with sheep's brain for dinner. They've eaten some gross things by my standard, tripe and boiled pigs feet come to mind. But they were beside themselves when that dish arrived. They grinned and beared it. Having a very limited budget as new immigrants and the language barrier, they didn't see any way out but to eat it. My father recounted that it took at least two bottles of wine to wash the taste out. 😁 For years my father reminded my mother over her ordering "faux pas" in good fun at gatherings.