Man, you so crazy! Eating foie gras is like eating a silken meat pillow. It’s awesome!
Man, you so crazy! Truffles are the most aromatic, sexually charged food there is!
Man, you so crazy! Seared/browned sea scallops are the sea’s gift to mankind!
Man, ya’ll so crazy! Goetta is a vastly superior product than Scrapple.
Anything Korean, except summer kimchee cabbage which I like to take with cold beer.
Macarons have to be absolutely fresh to be good. Which pretty much means you have to make them yourself, especially if you live in a humid climate. The effort-to-benefit ratio is generally not in our favor. I am glad I made macarons … once. I would not do it again.
Deep fried ice cream, not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t what I got.
My foodie friends have extolled the deliciousness of uni, making me think I should try it if the opportunity presented itself. I appreciate the opposing opinion!
When I was young, perhaps 6 or so, my grandfather provided me with a glass of buttermilk. For quite some time he’d been telling me how it was his favorite food, how he’d loved it as a kid, a rich mix of both whole milk (which I loved) and butter (which I loved). I’d been waiting to try it. And finally here it was.
I grabbed the glass, took a huge swallow, and promptly barfed it across the room.
Never again . . . .
For me it was sushi. It’s pretty bland really, unless you put some spicy sauce on it.
Huh? Buttermilk is the stuff that’s left over after the butterfat is removed. Today’s commercial buttermilk is SKIM milk with cultures added.
Your Grandpa was fuckin’ with ya.
Chicken feet.
My brother’s mother-in-law had raved about them to me, and then one day I’m at a Chinese restaurant and there they are on the menu.
They weren’t even as good as meh.
They were YUK GET THAT NASTY CRAP OUTTA MY MOUTH.
As long as we’re talking about Japanese stuff, I’ll add sake. I’ve tried really hard to like sake, have even tried the expensive stuff hoping it would somehow be better, and just can’t appreciate it. Japanese beer and plum wine don’t do anything for me either, and I like beer and wine in general. I know the Japanese put an extraordinary amount of care into these things, but they’re just a big nope for me.
Agree here about sake too. What’s the big deal?
meh
This was delivered from the local dairy by the milkman circa 1962. Supposedly the stuff left after the butter was churned.
Similar to this, I recently had a frankfurter in Frankfurt. It was… exactly a hot dog. A good hot dog, but still just a hot dog. I’m not even sure why I thought it would be different, but I did. I suppose it’s a testament to the authenticity of the American product, but I just expected something… more.
For me, marzipan. When I was a kid a read some book or saw a show that convinced me marzipan was the greatest treat imaginable. I bothered and begged my parents until the relented and found some. I was crushed when I bit into one and realized it was just chalky sugar, with a slight nutty taste.
I have some mass-produced scrapple in my freezer. I’ve had a sinus infection, so when my appetite returns, I may finally cook it.
I don’t like eggplant either. I even tried baba ganoush, and it tasted to me like spicy dirt. I realize it’s a staple of eastern Mediterranean cuisine, and guess what? I don’t like dolmas either.
When I was in college, I worked at a steakhouse and sometimes had to serve crab. I didn’t even like the way it smelled.
Yeh, he might not have created them well. Fairy cakes aren’t the same as regular cupcakes. They are a very light cake with the top cut out, and fresh whipped cream in the hole, and the top cut in half and poked into the cream (like wings) and then dusted with icing sugar. Is that what they gave you?
Yes, that array of stuff is tea - afternoon tea or high tea. Basically, because dinner wouldn’t happen until 8 or 9 o’clock, you’d stuff your face with sandwiches and cakes about 4 or 5 o’clock. Nobody at home does a smorgasbord of choice on a trolley, it’s a lot of effort and who will eat it all (scones don’t keep, you need to eat them pretty much straight away)? You need a group of people to make it worthwhile. But people might have something relatively substantial to eat in the afternoon, if they don’t eat until late…
You can get it at the Ritz, but looking at the photos, those cakes look more continental than old-fashioned British. Your Agatha Christie houseguests would probably be getting jam roll and jam tart and eccles cakes and that sort of thing. https://www.theritzlondon.com/dine-with-us/afternoon-tea/afternoon-tea-offers/traditional-afternoon-tea/ Things change.
Usually, more like 1% milk, not fully skimmed, but you can sometimes find 2%.
In and out burgers. Everyone claimed that they are the best thing ever. And the long lines certainly pointed to that being true. When I finally tried one…meh. maaaaaybe meh+ at best. I dont get it.
Those are ones I always have to recommend with a caveat, as it seems you fall into two categories: either you love them, or you’re just completely flummoxed by the hype. I’m in the former camp (and I didn’t have my first one until I was almost 30), but I think people just expect something other than pretty much the perfect iconic American fast food burger. It’s just a humble hamburger. No more. No less. And if it’s good enough for Anthony Bourdain to call it his favorite restaurant in LA, it’s good enough for me. 
But it’s similar to the hot dog comment above " It was… exactly a hot dog. A good hot dog, but still just a hot dog." To me, “just a hot dog” could be one of the greatest gustatory delights, depending on my mood and moment. Some of my favorite food memories involve eating hot dogs. And I’m talking normal hot dogs, with just mustard and maybe some onion and relish, not loaded with nutso toppings or anything. A hot dog can be a beautiful thing.
For a lot of British treats like tea and scones, crumpets and turkish delight written about in 19th and 20th century novels you cant’t really appreciate them without first experiencing a long winter surviving on pickles, carrots and dried out ham. Kind of. 