If you've never ate during Graham's Meat Week, then you did yourself a favor and I type this opinion with biting sarcasm.  I mean you'll survive anything West Virginia throws at you (The Scorchbeast Queen, Earle Williams, Sheepquatch, or the titanic Mole Rats).  Seriously, if I knew in advance that his cooking was this undigestible to both brain-rotted ferals and vicious mole rats alike, I would've stayed inside Vault 76 and suffocated after the generators were deactivated.  Costumes, weapon's fire, and food poisoning can't begin to describe the botulism one will endure after dinning west of Vault 76.  Feel free to slaughter as many of West Virginia's fauna as you can, just don't forget to bring green vegetables and keep Chally the Moo Moo out of his stew pot.  That makes him mad. 

Still curious?  Head West and follow the smell.