To eat Grilled Rat?
A friend of mine–at least for the moment–is travelling in Southeast Asia. He calls it a vacation. Disney World is a vacation. Laos–not so much. And I’m pretty sure that while there are huge mice walking around Disney, there are none on the menus anywhere in the parks.
Here is his Facebook revelation:
Eleven people LIKE that! This scares me. I might know these people. I might have eaten with these people before. Perhaps they even grilled my bacon cheeseburger on the same grill that grilled a rat. Oh, the inhumanity!
I wrote a blog about my own Lunch Bucket List a while back in response to a list of 100 things you should eat before you die–and hopefully not RIGHT before you die. Interestingly enough, while sea urchins, snake, and Spam™ made that list, grilled rat did not. Neither did sautéed rat, deep-fried rat, fricasseed rat, or rat stew make the list. Squirrel yes. Rat–no.
Don’t rats carry the plague? I guess you could get bird flu from chicken, but I’d face that remote possibility at KFC. But Bubonic Plague? I think I’ll pass.
It might taste like chicken . . .so then JUST EAT CHICKEN! EAT MORE CHIKIN!
Seriously? Would I even eat at a restaurant that listed RAT on the menu? I think not. First of all, you just couldn’t be sure that the HAMBURGER was really beef or not.
And even if it was beef, it might have been grilling right alongside Remy the Rat. I couldn’t take that chance!
Oh I would eat anything for lunch . . .
But I won’t eat that:
And especially not THAT!