Birmingham England, the land of sprouts and pineapple on pizza and boiled chicken served cold <shudder>.
Just about every bowl of soup I ordered in Southern China and Vietnam had chicken feet in it.
Cameroon doesn’t quite get the whole “sandwich” thing.
My usual breakfast sandwich is a bean sandwich. Just red beans on baguette with the unholy hot habenero based local hot sauce. My usual night-on-the-town sandwich is the amazing speghetti-omelette sandwich. It sounds gross, but it is actually quite good and amazingly filling.
Beer-soda combinations are big here. Guiness and Coke is the classic, but grenadine (a horrible red soda that tastes like Swedish Fish) is mixed with lighter beers. We can also get whiskey-coke and gin-tonic premixed, though they taste horrific.
Well, I agree. Yet it completely doesn’t exist in the US, unless I’m missing it somehow. Probably due to the alcohol regulations. We don’t really have hard alcohol in a can.
I had a lot of great meals and great snacks in NZ. It’s the first place I’ve ever eaten lamb and liked it. And though there were some weird things, most nearly everything was lovely.
But for the love of all that is holy, bacon should be cooked. It should not be waved in the general direction of an oven (or maybe just placed in a warmish room for a while) and then served to unsuspecting tourists. The first time I thought that the chef was just having an off day. But then it kept happening over and over (I’m a slow learner), as toppings, ingredients, side dishes…raw bacon. It does not taste good. Plus trichinosis. Just saying.
I don’t know if it’s still around, but Jack Daniels used to market Jack & cola in a can, and I think Bacardi did the rum & cola. This was back in my college days, 15 years ago, and it was pretty nasty even then. Don’t know if it was the canning process, or some weird cola that they used, but it was barely drinkable.
Actually I love this. The butter really doesn’t add any flavor to the sandwich but it keeps the peanut butter from sticking in your mouth. Makes it much easier to chew and swallow.
When I was a student, a Texan room-mate made us all Thanksgiving dinner, which included mashed sweet potatoes with marshmallows melted onto them as a side dish. It was bizarre… and faintly reminiscent of the pink mouthwash you get at the dentist.
I’ve never had a dripping sandwich as such, but when I was little my grandma used to dip a slice of bread in the hot essence of the roast beef for me, and I remember it being one of the most delicious tastes ever. You can’t do that anymore - as chowder says, the fat on beef these days just isn’t right for it.
That makes me sound really old, doesn’t it?
Surströmming is the most disgusting stuff I’ve ever eaten. And I like strongly flavored food.
I’m an American too, but newly transplanted to England. Beanz don’t seem to do well in sandwiches, in my mind. Too runny. American style, other than the basic “tomato” kind, seems like it’d do better on bread. I learned the hard way that Heinz’s provactively named Big Saucy Bangers is definitely NOT beans and franks.
Egg on burger is delicious. I’m really, really craving this gourmet burger I picked up in Madrid now that was loaded up with all sorts of things. Mmmmmmm.
You actually got close enough to eat it? You have my deepest respect.
As for other combinations, during a trip to Wales this weekend me and my S.O. taught mystified Welshmen to put jam on their cheese sandwiches. They liked it, but had no idea such a thing could be done. 
In exchange, my S.O. has now learned to eat everything with malt vinegar on top. I’ve picked that up earlier and absolutely love it - doesn’t seem to be practiced outside the UK though. Malt vinegar on french fries, any kind of fish, anything fried really - yum!
I got it mail-order. From time to time, I buy snus, and I was really fascinated by the description of surströmming on the Scandinavian goods mail order site I use, so I decided to put in an order for it. I’m usually very disappointed by what people deem “disgusting” (I mean, really, head cheese, cold boiled chicken, chicken feet in soup? Pfft…not that weird.) Surströmming did not disappoint. I love pickled herring. I love fermented stuff. I love fish sauce, anchovies, all that sort of thing. I thought to myself, how bad can this stuff really be?
Really bad. I opened it on my front steps (taking heed of warnings I read online about not eating it indoors), and instantly a swarm of flies spontaneously appeared. It was the oddest thing. The scent was something of a cross between a dog’s ass and rotting meat. I am not exaggerating. I ate a little filet with some flatbread. “It tastes better than it smells,” my ass. It tastes exactly as bad as it smells. I don’t understand what would possess anyone to voluntarily eat this stuff.
Unfortunately, I chugged some beer to wash the flavor down, which meant for the next few hours, I burping that flavor back up. The spot on the steps where some of the brine dripped became a solid black carpet of flies.
Would I try it again? Well, when in Stockholm…