Oreos, Twinkies and etc. - Barf. (I will admit, though, that I’ve never had a Twinkie. Oreos I did eat as a kid, though no more. I can eat Hydrox, but I don’t.) This is a taste that has to be acquired in childhood, from what I can see, and even then I don’t know too many adults who would willingly eat a Twinkie.
Chocolate - American chocolate is a tragedy. You get better chocolate from any vending machine in the UK than you get from some of the ‘chocolate boutique’ type stores here. Cadbury’s, Aero, etc. are marvelous products that don’t even deserve comparison to the revolting Hershey crap. One advantage, though: I can now buy some types of Cadbury’s (not the caramel, unfortunately, which will be discussed at length in a bit) at my local supermarket, and Aero bars are available at several stores near me.
Gatorade - Sports drink; I saw similar things (with different names) on the market in London last time I was there. Gatorade featured heavily in my childhood, since it was what we were given when we were sick; ginger ale and vanilla ice cream came later, when we were on the mend.
Caramel - This is another area where the Brits have us beat, hands down. Over here, caramel is hard to come by and very unreliable in quality. The only time we can get really good caramel is at Easter, in Cadbury’s Caramel Eggs. Over there, caramel appears in everything; I would not have been surprised to see fruits and vegetables with caramel centers. And it’s good caramel, too. This issue came very much to the fore during our last England trip; the LO is, shall we say, fond of caramel (in other words, given a choice between me or my weight in good caramel, she’d have to think about it). She virtually wept tears of gratitude and envy upon finding good caramel chocolate bars available in tube stations. Returning was an emotional wrench for her.
Pizza - Why do the British not understand pizza? What is wrong with you people? The pizzas I’ve seen in the UK - even the ones from American chains - could best be described as pizza-like food products; they bear no relationship to real pizza. And the toppings! I can’t discuss this further because I’ll just break down and weep. Pizza is probably the one reason why I could never live in the UK. Though, come to think of it, I can make pizza.
But, other than the pizza issue, we are always very happy with our foodstuffs while visiting the UK. Though it must be noted that for actual meals we eat almost exclusively at Indian restaurants.