Properly prepared being key. So the tuna casserole from the church potluck that gave you the three day trots doesn’t count.
I’m sure I’ve had worse, but liver and onions just makes me physically ill.
This is open to drinks as well in case anyone thinks this is just about food. An all inclusive title would have just been too clumsy.
All the bud lite lime/straw/mango-rrrrritas are pretty much the worst disolved-tooth-enamel-tasting crap ever canned.
I think white russians take the cake for me. I tried one and the milk and alcohol together completely did not work for me, even though I had already had a few drinks so wasn’t super-selective.
Medium-rare steak. Blech.
Olives.
Whiskey.
Most cheeses.
Vegemite. I tried it in college in the early 80s, and I still remember how vile it was.
Uni.
(for various definitions of “properly prepared”)
I haven’t actually tried vegemite, but the by the description I’m sure I wouldn’t approve.
Stuffed crabbed, everyone swore I would love it, I ordered it against my better judgement, and it was AWFUL! Never again.
Chitlins. Years ago a friend took me to a famous soul food restaurant in DC to introduce me to the delights of genuine soul food. I did not know what chitlins are; my friend enthused, “You’ll never guess what this dish is made of!”
I took a bite, and said, “no, sorry … I can tell EXACTLY what this is made of.” Because it tasted, literally, like pig shit (or how I would imagine pig shit to taste, based on the smell).
Everything else was out-of-this world delicious, though.
Eggplant parmesan
Eggplant. Prepared any way. I just can’t.
Hmmm…very possibly the Smoked Maple Salmon Jerky I tried, about a month ago.
The first half of a bite was OK-ish. The rest of it was, remarkably, like the aftertaste of throwing up smokey, burned salmon.
The lamb and venison jerkies by the same company were actually quite nice, though.
I had the great misfortune to be a guest at a vegetarian Thanksgiving. The centerpiece dish was a “barley loaf” prepared by someone who I was assured was an excellent cook. Worst meal of my life.
Oh. God. That reminds me…
Smoked Beer in Bamberg, Bavaria.
I do enjoy well crafted beer. I do enjoy most smoked meats, salt, cheese and who knows what else. But smoked beer, I did not enjoy at all. I guess it’s an acquired taste I couldn’t quite acquire.
Anything involving mushrooms.
Raw oysters. I went out with a friend who loved them, and I was game to try. I ate about 6 of them, and I tried to give them a fair shot and appreciate their flavors with a variety of sauces and condiments.
No two ways about it, I just don’t like the taste of oysters. At all.
Rare steak.
Hot rice pudding.
Whatever it was, it had a handful of cilantro flakes thrown on top of it just before serving. Probably in Costa Rica, where a handful of cilantro is the national dish.
Only once in my life have I encountered cauliflower that didn’t make me sick (not due to bugs, due to “cauliflower and me shouldn’t be in the same universe”). But that particular one didn’t smell either, and I’m still not convinced that all the cook had done was parboil it.