I’m not a real man and don’t drink at bars, but do like pickled pigs’ feet, as my Grandma used to make her own when they butchered and anything Grandma made, was good. There are a few things I refuse to even try but very few. Pickled pigs’ feet and head cheese (souse, Grandma-made) are two sort of weird things that I do really like.
I don’t care for wild game nor eggs, so I can empathize with anyone who doesn’t like something that I like. Aren’t different tastes strange?