I ain’t eating monkeys. That will get you Ebola.
One of my best friends grew up in a French colony in Africa. His parents were missionaries. He said that anytime they visited a new village his dad always killed a monkey before they got there to give to whoever was in charge.
Monkey brains were considered a delicacy, but the rest of the monkey was usually tough and stringy and kind of disgusting unless it was prepared by someone who really knew what they were doing.
Oh, and my friend was an avid hunter, but he loved food from McDonalds.
Go to Korea. If it moved on it’s own or propelled itself in anyway then it is on the menu.