My grandmother once served me some kind of testicle. I don't remember what animal it was from, maybe a sheep, maybe a pig. I didn't eat it, but she did and said with gusto, "I love testicles!" Obviously a horrifying moment on many levels.
I have an aunt from Mexico who served me fried blood, but couldn't eat that either.
In terms of quantity, when I used to live in Tennessee there was a place that had all-you-can-eat pork ribs on Tuesdays. I went there not every week, but almost. I think the most I ever ate was between 40 or 50 ribs.
Best meal I ever had was a kobe steak paired with a merlot from Washington State with chocolate creme brulee for dessert.