One sweaty New York City day last month, my friend and I ate snails for lunch and durian for dessert. I don't know why we did this, but something about how affordable everything is in Chinatown encourages me to make strange decisions. I didn't dislike the fruit's taste, which was somehow both sweet like custard and meaty like steak and onions. We didn't notice the smell as we ate the fruits' sections standing on the footpath, of course -- New York smells like rotting garbage anyway.