One
of the most well-known dishes from Iceland is hakarl. To the
uninitiated, hakarl is the meat of the Greenland shark. The shark meat
is normally toxic, however, centuries ago the Icelanders discovered that
if you buried the carcass of the shark in the sand for a very long
time, allowed it to go through several cycles of freezing and thawing,
along with decomposing, and then you cut the meat into strips and let it
hang dry for a long time, you got something that was almost an
approximation of food. Once you scraped the crust off the dried meat.
Now, as a fan of many of the food/travel shows like No Reservations and Bizarre Foods,
hakarl was something that I knew I wanted to try and it was one of the
first things I sought out. It didn't take long to find a place that
served it (with a view, no less!). And so, it was at the Cafe Loki, in
the same square as the famous Hallgrimskirkja, that I settled in to
attempt a dish that had caused Gordon Ramsay to vomit and Anthonny
Bourdain described as "the single worst, most disgusting and terrible
tasting thing" he had ever eaten.
I was excited.
Now,
I hadn't just ordered the hakarl (because that would be crazy).
Instead, I had coming to me a plate of dried cod with butter, smoked
trout, lamb, and a mashed fish. And, in the center, were the tiny
innocuous cubes that had brought down other veteran eaters.
I
had decided to save the hakarl for last, so that I could at the least
enjoy everything else on the plate without a (potentially terrible)
taste in my mouth. The dried cod and butter was delicious, while the
mashed fish, smoked trout, and the lamb were some of the best I've ever
had in my life. The lamb, in particular, was beyond incredible and,
apparently, Icelandic lamb is incredibly well regarded as they are said
to spend their entire lives wandering the pristine Icelandic landscape
while dining on grasses and herbs.
At
any rate, I finished everything around the hakarl, while those little
morsels of meat sat there taunting me with there ammmoniated smell and
their gelatinous look. They sat there, smug and proud, daring me to
have a go at them. And so, with nothing else on my plate and a second
beer fresh in hand, I picked up my toothpick and faced down my
adversary.
A close-up of my adversary.
It
wasn't as bad as rumor would have you believe. Was it at all
appetizing? Not really. Texture-wise, it could best be described as an
unnaturally firm meat-jello. With a fairly strong ammonia smell, and
both a faint ammonia and fishy taste, it was odd. I did finish it all,
with no hesitation beyond taking the first bite, and I would recommend
giving it a shot the next time you have the opportunity. It's quite
popular over there, and you can find it in grocery stores (in tiny
vaccuum sealed freezer bags) and even in thee airport gift shop.
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