Well it used to be the cheese I picked from Betty White’s toenails, but last year I tried some Casu Marzu at an authentic Italian celebration. A Jersey Shore viewing party! WOO, IT PACKS A WALLOP! Or as the Italians would say, “I want two… in my face.” Brain said something about it being the worst cheese in the world, but it was lovely! The little maggots added JUST the right touch!