I’d have to same carmel corn. It tasted nearly the same. Flat seven up is over rated. After a long bout of dry heaves, the instant gratification of lake water was a relief. But all in all, in my 46 years, I’d choose carmel corn. You?
Anything that caused me to be drunk to the point of acute nausea.
I puked up an enormous serving of lasagna almost immediately after I ate it.
I count it as my favorite puke because it hadn’t really started digesting yet, so it wasn’t a really nasty tasting acid-y puke.
I’m not sure I understand the question. Do you mean the best tasting puke, or the best food that failed to stay down?
A month and a half ago I was out with a friend for a birthday dinner. We decided to put on the Ritz and go all out. We had a 7-course tasting meal. It was some of the most unique and inventive food that I’ve ever had. I wasn’t nuts about the quail but everything else was indescribably delicious. And it was pretty expensive. My part of the check was around $107.
It was lovely.
When I got home I had a coughing fit and ended up dumping $107 worth of gourmet goop into my toilet.
Cuisine so nice, you taste it twice.
wasn’t me but my then 7 year old daughter. We had just finished a lunch of french toast and were on the bus on the way to go swimming. All of a sudden she said I don’t feel so well and promptly barfed up her french toast, still whole, all over me. It was down my shirt, in my bra, in my hair, but not a drop landed on the bus.
The cab driver who took us home was not impressed.
I’d be impressed. But I guess the cab driver has seen it all.
I gorged too much at a chinese buffet, and didn’t feel so well walking out, so I went to a garbage can and disgorged – one whole lump of sweet and sour chicken. Then I felt fine. (It was paper thin.)
Best tasting. The puke that you would chose to do over if you had to select a puke to do over.
Chicken parm
Warm water. Stomach already cleaned out, so nothing but the water I drank after the previous round to avoid dry heaves for the next bout. Almost comforting.
Almost…
White Russians, lots of them.
One night when I worked as a waiter, I ate a strawberry waffle for dinner. Afterwards a friend and I had a couple of large mugs of Becks Bier, washed down with a bottle of 100 proof Schnapps. In about 30 minutes.
It seemed a good idea at the time.
This might be a cheat but this summer, I had a touch of stomach illness that had me up hworfing 5 times between maybe midnight and 5am. Each one was better than the prior since it was only water. The last one was distinctly sweet and still cool, as pleasant as it could have been, really.
I suspect it was either grocery store carnitas or contaminated cilantro. My stomach was fine after about noon the next day but my abs, neck and jaw were sore for three days from the exertion.
Rich chocolate cake. It tasted better coming up because it was semi-digested by saliva and stomach acid, so it was just chocolate cake but with more flavor coming out than there was going in. I should’ve been born a bird if that is what good vomit tastes like.
As a former bulimic, I can vouch that puking recently-eaten ice cream is a nice experience because it comes up smooth and still cold!
I’ve been sick a lot this year, so most of what I can remember is fairly recent, and often stuff I was consuming knowing I’d get sick. Powerade and Gatorade, various protein drinks like Boost, etc. I’d often get sick mere minutes after drinking this stuff, and it was a relief to have something coming up that tasted decent.
The weirdest was one session where I drank a blue Powerade to stay hydrated, then drank a chocolate Muscle Milk a few minutes later. Got sick, and threw up essentially pure Powerade, electric blue in color, still tasting like “berry.” I stood there, marveling that absolutely no traces of chocolate seemed to be in the toilet. A few minutes later, pure chocolate Muscle Milk came back up. The only thing I could figure was that, like a black and tan poured properly, the Muscle Milk must have formed a distinct layer below the Powerade.
Irn Bru. Tastes the same both ways 
I’ve vomited maybe 6 times my whole life. I can’t say any of them was remotely worthy of repeat and I still won’t eat spaghetti.
I make dogs vomit frequently, however (perk of the job!), and I can say Frango’s still smell good after being upchucked, and so does pot roast.
It isn’t a recommendation when your drink tastes like vomit before you throw up 
Jelly. Litres of jelly. It was jelly sculls at Uni - brings a new meaning to the term “technicolour yawn”.
Si