Are the mung bean noodles the same as the “cellophane noodles”? If so, you can send all of your hated noodles over here. I’ll eat them.
I believe they are one in the same.
Hey, dude, any chance that was “Las Vacas Gordas” in Miami Beach? I had the same thing some years ago. Tucker-babe insisted on separate go-boxes, though, since she didn’t want my leftovers touching hers.
I forget the name of the place, but it was in Kendall. It may have been “Rincon Argentino,” but don’t hold me to that. It was awesome, though (and expensive, but I wasn’t paying).
Another food oddity for me, but one that has little to do with eating: After I eat, I must wash my hands and face. I just feel “dirty” otherwise. Like I’d been bathing in grease. Some people I know think that’s very odd, but my family doesn’t. So I must have been raised that way.
As to raw tomatoes, they come in two varieties: Excellent, and sickeningly gross. Guess which kind the supermarket sells?
Pretzel rods. I do unusual things with them when I’m eating them alone. (No - nothing like what you’re thinking!) Usually people eat them by holding them vertically, biting off the end, and continuing down the pretzel in this manner until it’s gone. Not me. I hold them horizontally and start at one end biting pieces of off the side. The idea is to end up with a vertical half left in one piece. I’ve actually achieved this 2 or 3 times, but it usually breaks sometime during the procedure. Once I’ve failed (or suceeded) I eat the rest of it and proceed to the next one. This always results in lots of crumbs. Occasionally I eat around one in a spiral, trying to leave an intact spiral behind. I’ve never succeeded at this.
I’m so glad to know I’m not the only one who CAN’T STAND eggs. It’s fine if there’s 1-2 eggs in bread or cakes or something like that. But no omlettes, quiches, frittatas (sp?), etc. and certainly no scrambled, boiled, fried, etc. eggs! They just smell disgusting and the consistency is awful!
I don’t know if I’m reading the OP the right way, but here are a couple things that have garnered me some funny looks from other people at the table:
I love the taste of a peanut butter & jelly sandwich dunked in cream of mushroom soup. Ambrosia!
I also put peanut butter in my oatmeal. Yum!
I also eat very quickly, which is one reason why I avoid going to restaurants with other people. It seems to make them uncomfortable when they’re barely halfway through their meal and I’m trying to flag down a busboy to take my plate away. It makes me uncomfortable to sit there watching them eat. I can’t help thinking to myself, “Quit talking so much and eat, already! I have things to do!”
Exactly. What’s so special about acquired tastes, eh? If I’m going to hate it the first ten or fifteen times I eat it, I’d just as soon not eat it, thanks.
That said, I also like mayonnaise and peanut butter sammiches. People generally assume I’m pregnant when one of those is in evidence. 
I will not drink the last of a drink - especially milk or orange juice or coffee. Yuck.
I will pour the last bit of a beverage down the sink rather than drink it. To me, it’s like it’s left over for a REASON - because it’s yucky somehow - and it doesn’t deserve to go into my body.
I will USUALLY eat everything on my plate - except for the fat - I will obsessively trim it off the meat - even if it’s a boneless, skinless chicken breast - I WILL find fat on it dammit and I WILL trim it off.
I won’t eat beans of any kind.
I’m allergic to most raw vegetables and fruit 
When I’m making a salad I examine EACH and EVERY lettuce leaf and rip off any less-than-perfect parts.
If my meat is too raw and it leaks onto my plate, I will have to wipe it off so it doesn’t get into my potatoes or veggies.
If crumbs get on my plate from a bun or something, I will have to wipe them off so they don’t get stuck to the rest of my food.
I’m weird … weird weird weird … that’s what makes me SPECIAL!!! 