What'd you have for dinner on Saturday? Croissant Pockets? We had snakehead fish, alligator thigh, and tarantula.
Enter NYC's Explorer's Club -- the 110yr-old organization whose members have been to the North & South Poles, the moon, and some of the deepest points in the ocean, and apparently eat goat penis the whole damn time, which is why the game-filled cocktail hour preceding the dinner proper is considered by many to be the gastronomic highlight of their explorer-y lives.
Saturday night's 110th Annual Explorer's Club Dinner was just like the 109th Annual Explorer's Club Dinner, except with less James Cameron, unfortunately. Here's the craziest stuff we took at least one bite of: