At the risk of high jacking another thread on camps, I'll relate this story here.
Different tastes in different parts of the world reminded me of an experience in an eatery off a dusty road in Panama. Ordered some chicken and soup du jour. Guy sat down next to me and saw me slide the bowl of soup away to my right. He asked if I was done and if he could have the rest of it. I said yeah, go ahead. He took a couple swipes off the top with the spoon, then went a little deeper and came up with the boiled remains of a mouse. As he pushed it back towards me, I said "That's as far as i got too".