Also, something else pretty revolting, which I didn’t eat, was balut. I came home from work and smelled something pretty disgusting. My Vietnamese roommates and their friends were eating balut, which I believe were fermented, partially developed duck embryos. I passed on those, as I did later the orange-colored, fried duck intestines at a Cantonese restaurant (the real thing).
No blood cube in the special soup?
Actually that taste fine.