We went to a Georgian (nation, not state) restaurant last night, amid jokes that the current fun relations between Moscow and Tbilisi could lead to a firebombing. The woman who recommended it to us said "go if you like garlic."
As an appetizer, I got a selection of pickled foods ... beets, peppers, pickles themselves. They were great. I picked up what looked to be a pearl onion, and bit in.
It was a full garlic clove. I saw Jesus at that moment, my friends. Tears coursed down my cheek. Let me tell you, you haven't really reached manhood until you've eaten a garlic clove, unsuspectingly. I'm not gonna be kissable for weeks.