A childhood belief about nasty food

This one is actually about my father. As a boy, he thought that it was tradition to order the weirdest food whenever you went to a restaurant (there weren't many restaurants around where he lived back then and most of the few ones were fancy).

One time, he ordered lambs' brains and ox tongue, which he disliked. Another time, in a different restaurant, he ordered moose that still had the bullets in it (!), and in a third restaurant, he ordered venison, but when it was served, he was very disappointed and said, "But where are the antlers?!".