Here’s Randall Colburn on the episode, for The A.V. Club:

I also appreciated the jabs at modern foodie culture, in which it’s considered close-minded to scoff at the idea of eating testicles, brains, and stomach lining. While incorporating offal is a good thing—less waste, etc.—you can’t necessarily fault someone for not wanting to eat intestines. One of this episode’s great joys was watching Jilla’s face slowly fall when he realized Rick was going to serve him human flesh, as well as the anticipation of whether or not he’d actually do it.

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We contacted Showtime to find out what food, exactly, had that “butter soft” texture, but as of this writing have not yet heard back. It’s worth noting, however, that when art gallerist Christy Cones encountered Cohen-as-Sherman, the paintings she was shown—supposedly made from the artist’s feces and ejaculate—were, ah, realistic. Cones, speaking to Vulture:

I don’t believe that is was [really made from feces and ejaculate], but it stunk, whatever it was. When I went in the bathroom afterward, it smelled really bad. I was afraid to touch anything because I’m a bit of a hypochondriac.

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So probably not human flesh, but possibly pretty weird? We will update this story if and when we learn more. Like, for example, if said meat was “seasoned with salt and pepper and then smoked for 12 to 14 hours like a brisket.”

Oh, and check out one of the other courses: