I don’t know so much about bacon but some nice pork sausage links swimming in maple syrup makes my mouth water.
Hell, I’ve had bangers before and even they would be awesome floating in maple syrup next to a couple of fluffy buttery flapjacks. Not that there was anything wrong with the chutney and smashed up turnips that came with them of course.
What is it about Americans and our aversion to eating cooked blood anyway? I’ve had conversations about how revolting blood pudding and sausages sound yet seen these exact same people drool over a sack of White Castles. Say sparky, you know that gooey bottom bun on the White Castle? You don’t think that’s just grease and onion juice do ya? And that soft and yummy greyish matter on the side of that meatloaf or home cooked hamburger? Ever wonder where that comes from anyway?
I should hope England has gotten the hang of pizza by now. But when I went there as a kid, we got served a square pizza with bland tomato sauce (no oregano, so essentially ketchup) and cheddar (!) cheese.
Forr several years there was a restaurant in Boston/Cambridge that specialized in “British-style Cheddar Cheese Pizza”. It was called Warburton’s. It’s gone now.
Pizza with egg and cream.
Hot dog bun with fries and cole slaw stuffed inside.
Two slices of bread with a different type of bread as the filler.
Peanut butter and Smarties sandwich.
What’s really weird to me is when you order, like, olives on a pizza in Italy, where you’d think they have this pizza thing down right, the olives have pits in them! How the hell are you supposed to eat that? Pick the olives off, pit them, put them back on?
Also, the Subway in the Vienna train station put ketchup on my turkey sub. Which was suprisingly good. Especially since I had to order it, because he had no English and I had no German, by making the French noise the turkey makes. (I couldn’t remember the French word for turkey, either (dindon) but it got the job done.) Glouglouglouglouglou!
And to think my mom sent me to order because “I’m sure you can talk to them, they all speak a million languages.”
In Holland they put an egg, sunny-side-up, on their hamburgers. And they fry them with some kind of weird onion. It’s not a normal onion, that would be good (mmmm, sliders), but some bastard relative thereof.
Ketchup on cheese pizza (frozen-type) = yum
Ketchup on mac 'n cheese = yum
Ketchup on scrambled eggs = yum
Ketchup on potato chips = hum
Ketchup on those orange cheese/peanut butter crackers = yum
Ketchup and grape jelly as a bbq meatball sauce = not as bad as it sounds
Pizza as we think of it was invented and perfected in the U.S. The Italian versions can be reverse engineered as a foreign food just like everywhere else.
I had the potatoes and sour cream at a schwarma take out palce in downtown Montreal- very yummy indeed. Same place also put the standard onion, tomato, cucumber type things on the chicken sandwich, but on the lamb put these dark red beet looking strips that were repugnant.
I’ve had egg on a burger before. It’s actually much tastier than you’d imagine, especially when said burger is also topped with cheddar cheese and bacon. Mmmmm.
The only thing mentioned so far that I’m utterly grossed out by is the chip buttie. I’m all for fries in sandwiches (in fact, a gyros sandwich ain’t the same unless it’s got a generous helping of greasy fries in the middle)… but JUST fries? with butter? Gag.
My daughter is in the Peace Corps in Namibia, and their habits are much different than in the US.
They eat a lot of meat. Red meat. So much that, if you say you prefer chicken and fish, they think you’re a vegetarian. The government keeps trying to support the local fishing industry but no one eats fish.
They don’t eat many vegetables (it’s a very dry country, and the only farming is actually ranching). They serve what veggies they get (usually canned) with mayonnaise.
A little bird once told me that many many people in southeast asia find the the very concept of cheese to be revolting (it’s kinda just spoiled milk, isn’t it?). Hopefully a Doper who actually lives in the area can confirm or deny this.
Pump cheese is to cheese for food, as what bacon grease is to K-Y jelly for lube. The FDA should ban the word cheese from the bucket of that slop.
I always look at mayo on fries the same as sour cream on a potato.