I’ll have it for you, next time you spend a month Korea.
My aunt’s salmon patties. It’s what Mrs. Satan feeds her husband when she’s mad at him.
No no no no no. SOS is not hamburger. It’s breakfast sausage cooked until brown and crumbly, served with a milk gravy (go heavy on the pepper) served over fresh hot biscuits.
No wonder you’re scarred for life, you poor thing. You have my sympathies.
Thank you… still gives me shudders. A friends husband once made it with chipped beef out of a little glass jar.. it was ok. Breakfast sausage sounds ok too if served with mashed potatoes for dipping.
Sheep eyes anyone? I have not had the honor, it was described to me once. I do not want to try them, Sam I am. Not in the rain, not on a train.
Most American craft beers, especially IPA’s. I got a four pack of Bell’s Two Hearted because people rave about it. I couldn’t finish choking one down. I had to pour half down the sink and gave the other three away. It tasted like someone had taken a perfectly good beer and stirred in the drippings from a sock a hobo had worn for seven days in a Louisiana summer. And then they mixed in a bunch of random spices.
Anything that is part of a macrobiotic diet. Natto beans, carob, tempeh, etc.
That’s just plain ol’ biscuits and gravy. SOS is supposed to be chipped beef on toast (toast resembles a shingle; biscuits don’t really), but the hamburger version is more popular these days, since chipped beef is not as common anymore.
Here’s a reference from 1945 I’ve been able to find.
There’s even a book that came out ten years ago called "Chipped Beef on Toast (S.O.S.), so the usage spans many years.
At a local place featured in Diners Drive ins and Dives, the signature dish is Fried Carp. I have to admit that this just might be me. That place has a line out the door pretty often, but that Fried Carp was the nastiest thing I have ever tried to eat.
No, it’s probably not just you. Carp is nasty. I mean, I could stomach it, but it’s well on the bottom of the list of fish I will eat given the choice. I can’t imagine a place that has lines out the door for fried carp. That’s impressive.
Yep! From the aforementioned sheep head.
I had eggs benedict for the first time. My grandfather ordered the same thing. I was SURE there was something sour or wrong with mine, but he kept insisting his were fine. I couldn’t take more than a bite, and he ate the rest. He prides himself on being particularly good at finding places that serve great eggs benedict, and I only ordered it at all because of his suggestion.
It was bad enough that I’m pretty sure all the rest of you are just faking it as part of an elaborate prank against me. 
Out of curiosity, are you a particular fan of steak at all? I’ve found a pretty strong completely anecdotal correlation between people who aren’t particularly fond of steak, and people who absolutely hate rare or medium rare steak. I haven’t ever heard of someone who looooooooooves well done steak but hates it medium rare.
I grew up in a tiny town in Louisiana but a lot of our textbooks and educational TV programs were based in NYC or other “yankee territory”. There was one story in a textbook in 1st grade that involved people in NYC getting and eating carp. My teacher made it clear that it was just fiction because carp is a trash fish that nobody should eat and we were lucky to have real eating fish like catfish. She used it as an example of why no person should voluntarily live in NYC. To be fair, this was back when NYC was kind of a hellscape but it was the carp eating that pushed it over the edge for her. The only reason I remember it is because she felt so strongly that nobody in their right mind would eat carp. We had it in our “Sportsman’s Paradise” waters too and nobody that I knew ever considered eating one even if they caught one by accident.
I had them back in 2007 on, I believe, the fourth date with my wife-to-be. We went down to Maxwell Street Market (an open air market that once was located on Maxwell Street) one morning for an early lunch. I can’t remember whether I told her right away or not, but one reason for me was to find some tacos de ojos that I read could sometimes be found here.
After walking around the market for an hour, I had just about given up and settled for a couple of carnitas tacos and a strawberry churro. As I turn away from the taco, I see a sign behind me advertising barbacoa de cordero (lamb barbecue). So, I’m like, lamb tacos – I don’t think I’ve ever had one (only goat), so let’s go for it! As I place my order for two lamb tacos, I spy further down on the sign the word “ojo.” So, I ask they guy, you have tacos de ojo? He says yes! So I ask him to give me one.
Now, I had expected the eyes to be chopped up or otherwise unidentifiable, but the way he served it, it was just an eyeball (or actually I think it was two), nestled in lamb barbacoa, served on a corn tortilla. It was … interesting, I guess? I don’t think eyeballs will be the next taste sensation. They were fairly inoffensive tasting, but had a very odd fatty/gelatinous texture that was a bit off-putting. Mucilaginous would be the word.
And, yes, I did finish it, but I’m not sure I’d have it again.
At any rate, that my girlfriend-at-the-time-now-wife stuck with me after watching me scarf down an eyeball taco, well, that just proved she was the one.
Sushi-I can’t. Lamb stew-I adore broiled or roasted lamb, but stewed lamb? I can’t get it even in my mouth. Kale-it feels like a million tiny knives are slicing my mouth to bits. Anything with Old Bay Seasoning-same feeling as with the kale.
Pequi, an edible fruit, is a staple food in the central-west region of Brazil from which my wife originates, and is one of the only Brazilian foods I’ve tried that I can’t stand. Typically cooked and served mashed up with rice, it’s described as having a strong “cheesy” aroma, but to me, smells and tastes exactly like vomit.
There are a number of other foods that (I’m told) Americans typically don’t like that I do, which sometimes inspires surprise when I visit— e.g. jiló and guariroba, both of which have a bitter flavor. I really want to like pequi because it’s a very popular traditional food from her native region, but after multiple failed attempts I gave up. She doesn’t take it personally, as far as I can tell.
As if the taste weren’t enough, you can also tear your mouth to shreds on pequi if it’s not eaten carefully.
This reminds me of a tripas taco I bought at a fair one time, just to try it. Turns out “tripas” is Spanish for “fried styrofoam tubes.”
My husband had a couple of Viet Namese friends who went for a walk with us around a lake. Carp were jumping and they got amazingly excited over spotting those fish. The man had been a ‘boat person’ and his wife had a high powered job, both were from Viet Nam.
Yeah, in Central/Eastern Europe, carp was/is the traditional Christmas fish. My folks are from Poland, and it was big there, and when I lived in Hungary, during Christmas time, there would be vendors out on the street corners with a bucket of carp ready to dispatch and gut them for you right there.
At any rate, as soon as my folks had access to ocean fish or good river/lake/freshwater fish like walleye, that carp tradition promptly ended.