Thursday, March 24, 2011

Sunday was spent very much in the same way that Saturday was spent. No agenda really, just a nice walk through Reykjavik. I did, however, have one stop I needed to make. The Kolaportið market was the best place in town to taste Hákarl, which is a traditional delicacy. Yep. Fermented shark. It wasn't exactly that I wanted to do this, but every travel book and/or show I had read/seen featured someone taking a stab at it.

With a bitter ammonia after-taste, it probably is one of the worst things I've ever eaten. Gummy and rotten. I had one piece, took a break, gave it another shot and was done. The reason for the second try? I thought it might get better. Not true.

Photo taken on 3.13.11.


Kelly said...

pretty much exactly how I feel about root beer. never, ever EVER gets better, no matter how many times I try it.

actually it's probably nothing like root beer.

Chaps Mcolon said...

Always was a Sioux City Sarsaparilla man myself...