Pickles mega-rule. Anything pickled (save herring and people) The Monster will absolutely, lovingly scarf down. See a pickle tray, eat a pickle. Then another. Another. Sheepishly another. And then ask for more.
Pickled jars of exotic fruits and vegetables gracing a menu demand to be ordered (and luckily are de riguer). Pickles, once the bastard step-child of food are white hot and present on the finest of menus.