Chicken feet. Chinatown, San Francisco.
I make chicken stock with chicken feet. Always clip the nails.
I’ve had haggis which involves the intestines or bladder of some animal. It was not good.
I’ve had goat which tastes exactly like lamb. Heads of shrimp. Frog legs but those are NOT exotic.
Outside of that, I can’t think of anything.
My grandmother used to hand me a chicken foot when she was making chicken soup. Fun.
One day she took me to the chicken market. All the chickens would scream when the butcher came into the room where the cages were. They didn’t stop until he grabbed one and went away again.