Well, the Spanish eat testicles of various animals, so it goes.
We have Rocky Mountain Oysters here in Colorado and elsewhere in the West. I won’t touch them.
So you've heard the one about the tourist who goes to the Madrid cafe near the bull ring, who serves a unique specialty?
He's offered a dish with two baseball sized spheres, and a special sauce. Being a gourmand, he actually enjoys it.
He is so enamored of the dish that he returns the next day, and demands the special, again.
This time however, the two spheres are only the size of olives...
Disappointed, he calls the waiter over, and the waiter shrugs.
"Sometimes, the bull wins..."