Overheard at the very noisy Spuyten Duyvil in Williamsburg NY (am I hip or what?) last week:
Girl to boy: "I ordered the [inaudible] sausage. It's made with blood. You know, congealed blood."
Boy to girl, warily: "Is it.... good?"
Girl to boy, nonchalantly: "I dunno, I never had it before."