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  Comment by Sarah — April 24, 2014 @ 7:24 am

  I’ve never been much of an adventurous eater, but I remember being about 10 and my dad having me try octopus and squid when we were out to dinner one night. The octopus actually looked like little tiny baby octopus and it totally freaked me out – I don’t like it when my food has a face, thanks (it was also super rubbery and gross). The squid was alright, though.

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  Comment by corinne — April 24, 2014 @ 10:21 am

  I don’t remember what the first adventurous thing I had was, but I know several people from Burlington, MA, that apparently all grew up on white rice and chicken fingers? Made one of them try shrimp in college, and she cried. Went on a date with another of them and he thought he was being adventurous getting a chicken caesar wrap.

  Oh, and…I feel like if you were the right age, Cruel Intentions was like the hottest thing that had ever happened? Pretty much.

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  Comment by Kerry Driscoll — April 24, 2014 @ 11:07 am

  I think the first adventurous thing I tried in a restaurant was halibut cheeks in a restaurant in Central Pennsylvania. I was up at Penn State for a football game with my parents and we went to a restaurant where the speciality was halibut cheeks. I, being curious and perhaps a bit dim, asked the waitress what they were. And she said exactly what they sound like, cheeks of a halibut. I wasn’t aware fish had cheeks but I decided to try them. They were smothered with parmesan cheese so basically that’s all I could taste. They were good at first but they were too cheesy for me.

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  Comment by Austin — April 24, 2014 @ 11:53 am

  I love to try new and interesting things, so this wasn’t my first time eating something unique, but one of the more interesting times. It was valentines day back in the early 2000s. I was in my mid twenties and was visiting with a couple of friends. None of us had any valentines plans so we picked a direction and drove until we found an interesting place to stop for dinner. We spotted a dive of a diner in the middle of no where and knew this was t

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  Comment by Austin — April 24, 2014 @ 12:02 pm

  Opps, sorry about that. Anyhow, to continue the story, we spotted a dive of a diner in the middle of nowhere and knew this was the place. It turned out that they were having a special that night since it was Valentines Day. Baby beef heart! I couldn’t resist the shear poetry of eating a heart on Valentines Day. I have to say it was tough in texture but overall pretty tasty. But most importantly, it made for a great night an a memorable experience.

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  Comment by Joe Cuffe — April 24, 2014 @ 4:15 pm

  I remember when I was 4, and having a bean burrito for the first time. I had just been attacked by a stray German Shepard, and was at the doctor’s office getting my nose and forehead stitched back together. After the procedure (which, being 1974, the didn’t see much need for any anesthesia), my parents brought me to a little Mexican restaurant and got me a bean burrito. I wouldn’t touch it for a while (it looked like a turd in a blanket), but after a dose of 1970’s “parental encouragement”, I decided it was in my best interest to try it. And (cue trumpets and fan-fare)a life-long love affair was born!

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  Comment by Todd Mason — April 24, 2014 @ 5:13 pm

  Poi. I’m sure there were things before this that could be termed adventures at some level, but I definitely remember the first time I had poi.

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  Comment by Ryan Schrodt — April 25, 2014 @ 8:42 am

  Growing up in a small town Iowa, most of the food that I grew up with was relatively simple. Cows, chickens, and pigs with various vegetables. The first time I remember trying anything really unique was on a trip to New Orleans when I was 11 and I tried smoked alligator from a street vendor. It was beyond amazing and set me on a life course of trying to eat as many different animals as possible. Since then, I’ve tried a variety of strange meats include elk, emu, ostrich, and snake. My goal is to literally eat all of the animals–except the endangered ones.

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  Comment by Alec — April 26, 2014 @ 10:30 pm

  When I was four or five, I decided I liked spicy things. At an Italian restaurant, I broke into the dried chilli bottle while my parents weren’t looking and chowed down. I tried not to cry, but my folks told me later that my face went beet-red almost instantly.

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