Where do you draw the line?

Rabbit is delicious, but even though horse is apparently eaten pretty regularly in Europe, I'd have to be pretty hungry to eat it.

Korea breeds a specific type of dog for this purpose.

ISWYDT - hence the phrase "so hungry I could eat a horse". My wife ate horse once in Sardinia. Koreans eat unique (to me) things - crickets and other bugs/larvae, dogs of course, live octopus and instead of beef jerky they eat squid jerky. I hated the smell of that stuff!

Weren't U.S. soldiers often issued extra rations of salt in case they had to eat some of the horses while on a long campaign?

You are a sick and twisted individual. I hope you are being eaten by the Cats of Ulthar.

Chows?

I'm puzzled by the absence on that sign of a human being -- or "long pig" as it's apparently known in some parts of Melanesia. Yes, murder is illegal, but there are other sources --- remember that fast-food scandal in Peking about 20 years back.

The fine American writer Tim Obrien, who was an infantryman in Vietnam, has written of walking through a freshly napalmed village and seeing pigs eating a human corpse. Well, he reflected, I've seen lots of people eating roast pig, but this is the first time I've seen pigs eating roast people.

Speaking of Peking, it seems to me that the Chinese, especially the Cantonese, will eat just about any animal you care (or not) to imagine. [Of course it's easy for us to sneer, but food has often been a big problem in China, and they've had to make the damnedest things palatable.] The grandfather of my Bernese father-in-law told him that when he was a kid they ate dog. I guess it's easier to be squeamish when you have lots of different things to eat. And much, after all, depends on custom. (Pardon me, would you pass the rattlesnake gravy?)

Me I'm a would-be / quasi vegetarian. The older I get, the more I can't help thinking about what I eat. Unfortunately, my wife is a champion carnivore. Well, she learned that from her Italian mama, who was an underfed child during the war. So, to my mother-inlaw, prosperity means eating meat at least once a day. Yuck!