I do not like it, Sam I am!

Linking up for I Must Confess on unusual food because I've not eaten much in that line, having a strong sense of repugnance, and never being able to get my head across the idea of it...


Would you, could you, on a plane?
Would you, could you, on a train?
Would you, could you, do you dare?
Would you eat Fugu anywhere?

I am off to KL and they have restaurant with a fugu licensed chef. Fugu is the Japanese pufferfish delicacy that can be deadly if not prepared properly. Thus a chef must undergo a rigorous training for three years (eating their own creations - new meaning on a fail! No do over!) in order to get the permit to prepare the Fugu.
I am tempted because I think it would be interesting to feel the mild numbing of the lips (if enough of the poison is present - but not too much to do harm), however I know I'm too much of a hypochondriac not to think I'm dying and ruin the whole experience by freaking out. Intellectually, I know that it's been eaten in Japan for the last 2000 years, and deaths are minimal - but I'm not one to let facts get in the way of a good hysteria (Before I set women back 50 years - please note it is an individual idiosyncratic feature, not a feminine trait).
I also am not the world's biggest fish fan, so if it's in a sauce to make it tasty, then it may as well be Kingfish and cost me half as much.
So like everything when I need help with a rationalization, I did a poll on Facebook. No one said I should, no women said they would, one woman's ex husband had - said the sauces were very nice and that it was extremely expensive - didn't think so much of the fish itself.

So, the question dear readers (dear reader?) is:
Would you eat Fugu?
Have you eaten it?
Do you recommend it as a must do?