Ok, so I didn't eat HIM, but I probably ate his third cousin twice removed or maybe his niece or nephew. The-guy-who-knows-a-song-about-a-chicken likes to order food adventurously, so when we found ourselves in a Cuban restaurant faced with the opportunity to eat an animal in a sauce made of its own excrement, apparently his first thought was "Yum!"
I was a little more hesitant but I shrugged thinking, "There are plenty of foods that taste better than they look or sound. Sure (another shrug), why not?" Here's what that cute little sucker looks like cooked up in his own ink:
My mom said "It looks like a octopus without tentacles." I quietly told The-guy-who-knows-a-song-about-a-chicken that it looked more like a testicle without an octopus.
But y'know, either way, what it looked like was not the point! The point was, it was stuffed with ONIONS! I mean, animals that look like testicles, okay. Onions ICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, I just steered clear of the stuffing and it was...ok. Not fantabulous or anything. But not so bad either - a definite end to the search for anyone seeking food shaped like body parts swimming in its own juice.