When I went to Hoi An, Vietnam, an adorable local family took me in for a few days. They put a roof over my head. And they fed me too.
See us gathering for lunch.
See lunch.
See fish eyeball.
See fish eyeball going into my mouth.
Squiiiiiiiiiiiish!
Not bad. It was better than the crunchy squid eyeball I accidentally ate in Kep, Cambodia. ‘Tis much better to chomp on an eyeball when it’s actually your intention than when it’s not.
This is neither exotic nor a delicacy. It’s just your average fish eyeball. With your average home-cooked meal.
But the tarantula still tops em all. That one will be hard to beat.