If you chase *anything *down with two tall ice-tea sized glasses of Powers, you’ll be coughing it up in short order. Either that or being treated for alcohol poisoning. *Two tall ice-tea sized glasses? * That’s gotta be at least a quart of whiskey.
I love Powers. It’s my standard drink. Come to think of it, it’s time for that first after-work drink right about now. And I love a good Irish breakfast. But all things in moderation, and somethings just don’t go together. Whiskey isn’t for breakfast. And it’s not meant to be drunk by the quart.
Once at a British-style restaurant-pub I ordered, on impulse, the steak and kidney pie. The steak wasn’t bad but the kidneys were like liver to the tenth power. I was still tasting it the next day, and not in a good way.
I like steak and kidney pie. A few years back, I lived in the East Village (Manhattan, New York City). There was a pub on Second Avenue called Ryan’s (generally overpriced, but other than that, a decent joint) that would serve it once in a while.
An Englishman, a Scotsman and an Irishman go into a bar. Each orders a beer. Three flies fly into the bar and one lands in each beer. The Englishman pushes his beer away. The Scotsman picks the fly out of his beer and drinks it. The Irishman picks the fly out and then holds it over the beer, shouting, “Spit it out, damn ye! Spit it out!”
I love a good snake and pygmy pie - until quite recently, I was eating one every day - the sandwich van that calls at work had them in a hot box. Fortunately for my ballooning waistline and shrinking wallet, the van doesn’t call here anymore, so I have to waddle up the road to the bakery to get one, which I only do about once a week at most now.
Most disgusting thing I ever tasted was a rotten brazil nut - it was like a combination of the distilled essence of month-old restaurant garbage, sewage farm explosion and terminal halitosis. The taste just wouldn’t go away, no matter how much I rinsed, scrubbed, flossed, spat, retched and hacked.
I don’t see how sake’s any different than beer, which also tastes like pee.
For me it was either the goat’s brains, or, when I was eating crabs that had literally been dumped into a pot still alive and cooked, the eggs. The crabs themselves were delicious but they said the orange stuff was the eggs, and I should eat it! Yuck. I tried a bit and then gave the rest to the SO’s aunt, who loves that stuff. Ugh.
I have managed to avoid most of the other things, spending most of my life either as a vegetarian or chicken-only meat eater.
Oh Lord. I kinda like the durian candy my wife brought back from Thailand, but that Jones Thanksgiving soda? I have never tasted anything so foul.
My brother bought a pack and gave us each a bottle in our Christmas stocking. After Christmas dinner, we broke them out and passed them around. I took one sip of one of them (I forget which–maybe the turkey stuffing one) and nearly vomited–by which I mean that I concentrated really hard on not vomiting for a long time until I got my gorge under control. From that point on, I couldn’t even watch other people drink them: when I saw someone lift the bottle to their lips, I nearly threw up. When we poured them down the drain–even the cranberry one–I had to hold my breath to say non-nauseated.
I wonder whether they put a mild emetic in them. Something about them tasted very weirdly chemical and revolting.
A piece of raw red meat covered with a thick and chunky layer of ginger sauce that was later revealed to me as being horsemeat when it was still in my mouth being chewed. :eek: Honestly I think I’d almost rather it was human or something – something about eating horses is just surreally wrong.
A particullary large clod of natto. That was just warm snot on rice – chunky style. I think it was moving.
Cinnamon vanilla milkshake. I hate cinnamon. I hate vanilla. I hate ginger. They all burn my mouth. However, I’ll make an exception. Perhaps ginger could make the cinnamon vanilla milkshake better because as bad as ginger is, my belief that nothing could make the cinnamon vanilla milkshake any worse is much stronger.
Hmmm, is crab juice, or sake for that matter, more disgustingly-colored than green tea? And people complain about the suggestive color of Mountain Dew! (and now the thread’s gone full circle…)
