First meatballs, then sausages, then let’s not eat cake
The first and only time I ate horse was at Café Henry Burger in Ottawa, in the mid-1990’s. I was the saucier on the line, and horse was the special that night, a filet from the tenderloin that I was going to sear and pan-roast.
I had to taste it, or I wouldn’t know how to sauce it. I’m rarely squeamish about food, but this really got me. I tasted it anyway .