cold smoked in Reykjavik, breast, and it tasted more or less like fish. Little did I know that I will see them again on cereal boxes, and then on SP. Maybe we should have stuck with :P hakarl instead...
Our local host was doing the ordering and the only reason I still remember this appetizer so many years later is because of this "Wow, it wasn't a fish?" kind of surprise. Unfortunately it was a tight-schedule business trip so we never got to see the countryside. The "city anthropology" was pretty amazing too, though :)
"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, which is the most horrible thing in the world."
--Oscar Wilde on Absinthe