Food eating contests.
Everyone should experience what its like to starve to death before they get entertainment out of watching people shove dozens of hotdogs in their mouth.
Finger lickers, where a full finger pad is swiped across the plate and sucked into the mouth, over and over again. I am tempted to say would you skip the finger and just lick your plate?
People who not only put this much garbage on a burger, but also have the audacity to bitch about the one last condiment that they’ve omitted. On top of that, ketchup isn’t half the “evil dictator” that mustard is. I am not opposed to either, but mustard is about 30 times more overpowering than ketchup could ever hope to be.
He also always puts a gob of wasabi in the plate right next his perfectly seasoned sushi. If he’s insulted by me using a bit of it, he needs to find a new line of work.
My peeves, ketchup on hotdogs and eggs, bleh! Also, folks who order expensive food that has a subtle flavor, and overpower that flavor with condiments or cooking instructions.
People who scrape the plate. I can’t stand that! I truly would rather see you pick up the plate and lick it than hear you go scrapescrapescrape.
And I’m with Apocalypso on the chicken wings. There is **nothing to eat **there. The only thing chicken wings are good for is throwing in the pot to make soup.
Do not eat with wooden instruments ever around me!
I a vegetarian and don’t eat hot dogs and I can pass on corn on the cob.
Pickles on the side. Why does every hamburger come with a pickle on the side? I hate, hate, hate pickles and their flavor seeps into my fries and my burger bun.
That stupid twig of parsley–it looks vestigial and serves no purpose (how many people eat the damned thing?) on a plate of eggs over easy or the lunch special.
I, too, hate ketchup, but I tend to dislike most condiments. And overblown sandwiches bug me, too.
Hot food served cold and vice versa.
The worst is poorly cooked fries: limp, pale and cold. They’re disgusting.
I like the wooden paddles for ice cream, but I’ve been known to suck on a popsicle stick–I like the taste of wood in my mouth. (make of that what you will…heh).
I hate eating with moralistic spoil sports: do you know how they make foie gras, theu just lock up the little cows to make veal, think of the carbon footprint to ship that half-way round the world, …
STFU!
Oh lordy, I could go on and on and on about my food/ behavior peeves. I am extremely picky to begin with so whatever anyone eats is more likely than not to disgust me (and no, I don’t comment on it.)
I agree with almost everything that has been mentioned so far, especially the chicken wing hatred and the finger licking disdain. How about people who use a fork and knife to eat what should be finger foods? I saw some jackass eating a hamburger as if it was a t-bone steak. Pick it up with yer two hands, goddammit! The boyfriend not only eats french fries with a fork but also . . .BACON! Hello, Pretentious (not really; just English).
What Annie said. I had too many bad experiences as a kid nearly being choked to death by a doctor that wanted to stick the tongue depressor as far back in my throat as he could. I had tonsillitis a lot, which meant many doctor visits with him trying so get me to open my little mouth wide while he tried to jab a 2 x 4 down my throat. The wood sticks remind me of this and get my gag reflex going. If eating a popsicle I will try to gingerly remove the last bits of popsicle without touching the stick.
Uh … I’m not even going to touch that. 
One of my annoying food things is something my boyfriend does. Unwrapping burritos and quesadillas in order to put hot sauce or taco sauce inside. Quesadillas usually rip and burritos fall apart. I managed to convince him that he can’t do this with the thick burritos we get at Panchero’s or Chipotle and that he should just bite into it and then put the hot sauce on as he eats. Then I had to nag him about touching the hot sauce bottle to his food as he did it. I try not to nag him about everything he does though. He does so many other stuff in this thread that some of you people would run away screaming if you ate with him. I realize that he puts up with all my foibles so I try to pick my battles. He can lick his plate as long as it’s not in public.
I have a hangup about food coloring. Of course, there’s probably a bit of dye in any processed food, but if it’s something really obnoxious (say, anything that looks like it’s been spray-painted for St. Patty’s Day), I’ve got to leave the area.
So, you’re saying that you love Red Velvet Cake? 
Oh, heavens, yes. Anytime someone starts a thread like this here, all the food snobs with nothing better to do than look down their noses at people for eating things they enjoy (the horror!) stampede.
Although I like both ketchup and lettuce on my burgers, so obviously I am an affront to all that is good and right in the world.
What’s wrong with ordering things well-done? That’s how I like it; and it just makes good sense with things like burgers (no worries of E. Coli, etc.). And I LOVE steak sauce on my steak… delicious!
As for ketchup, the only reason french… err, I mean FREEDOM fries exist is to be used to shovel ketchup into my maw.
And wooden chopsticks are the best! Metal ones are kind of slippery…
So. Who’s gonna take me out for lunch?
Yes, and then people like you come in and say how better you are because you don’t judge people by what they eat.
Look, it’s a thread on food habits that annoy you…you know what was inside when you opened it. The only reason you did was so you could get offended that someone else is offended by your food habit and feel superior to them by calling them out on it, ie, threadshitting.
We all have different opinions on food. I’m allowed to say I think yours is wrong, and you’re allowed to think mine is wrong.
Maybe I’ll just eat the icing. 
Two things:
Sandwichification of a food served to you on a plate. Specifically, sandwichification of a homecooked meal. If I wanted to serve meatloaf or chicken parm sandwiches, I would. Tonight I am not.
Refusing to eat chinese food WITHOUT chopsticks. I went to the very mundane chinese buffet with a member of my family who hunted down the waitress like she was Mengele and he was that guy whose name I can’t think of - Simone Weisenthal - for chopsticks she didn’t have. When I said, for the love of all that’s holy, you have a fork, asshole, he claimed he was physically incapable of eating General Tso’s chicken without chopsticks.
How were you able to physically restrain yourself from slapping him? Don’t think I could have done it.
My peeve - people who are insistent that I “try” something. Look, asshole, if I say I don’t want any, I don’t. I don’t want to be cajoled, teased, pleaded with - hell, keep it up and I won’t even EAT WITH YOU! Leave me alone! If I say no, I mean no!
I just barfed a little.
I am a non-drinking vegetarian. Don’t sneak meat into your casseroles or tell me to take one drink to relax.
I can think of nothing ruder than not taking “NO” as a final answer, with no requests for an explanation. As Lora Brody once wrote: For any number of reasons, a guest may refuse your offer of a drink containing alcohol. The explanation doesn’t have to be given to anyone, including you.
Geez both of you are describing my direct family. A conversation at dinner goes something like this:
Grandma/Mom/Aunt - “have some food”
Me - “not hungry”
Grandma/Mom/Aunt - “have some food”
Me - “not hungry”
Grandma/Mom/Aunt - “have some food”
Me - “not hungry”
Grandma/Mom/Aunt - “but you haven’t eaten a thing”
Me - “not hungry, screw it, it’ll be easier just to eat something.”