Tongue is a search around here, fifty miles north? Much easier, I don’t get that.
When I was a kid we had a lot of offal I remember my grandmother making braised kidneys and thinking that they looked like piano hammers, delicious piano hammers! Liver never lived up to the smell, I had more of the bacon. Tongue, I liked quite a bit usually the next day as a sandwich. Didn’t do many oxtails.
Growing up the last of 6 kids on a priest and school teachers pay, we had a lot of “big pot” dinners! It was fun though.