I remember being a bit shocked when I first came across the concept of the battered, deep-fried Mars Bar. Actually though, they’re rather scrummy. And incredibly unhealthy.
Didn’t actually see it, but I heard about when 2 of my friends asked for cheesecake wrapped in bacon just to see if they would do it.
They did.
Some of the kitchen staff came out to see if they’d finish it.
They did.
Gross.
I would give a hell of a lot of money for one of those right now. I love those things. There was a place that made them in a town I used to live (Pizza Inn in Poplar Bluff, MO) and it was one of my favorite meals. Pure heaven.
They also made a chocolate chip cookie dessert pizza. With plenty of melted chocolate. Pure heaven. None of the chains can touch what Pizza Inn could do.
I haven’t been there in seven years, and now I’m craving it. Damn you! 
An anchovy pizza. With NO cheese. And nothing else.
Crust. Sauce. Anchovies. That’s it.
I saw the order come in, asked the phone-ho* if that’s what the caller really said. It was.
I made the pizza. I delivered it to the guy, and asked if that’s really what he wanted.
He said it was. I wasn’t gonna argue the point.
He gave me a nice tip, too. 
*Pizza-dude slang for the females of attractive youth and appearance hired exclusively to answer phones and nothing else… or so the boss always claimed. :dubious:
I think it would have to be ham omelette and fries; not a particularly nasty dish in and of itself, but this was ordered by all four German tourists on an adjacent table to me in a little taverna in Cyprus; in a greasy spoon cafe, the omelettes and fries would have been wonderful, but in stark contrast to the fantastic Greek/Cypriot food this particular place was offering, omelette and fries was the foulest choice imaginable.
OK, there was also the midnight buffet on the QEII where I saw this American guy put an assortment of sweet things on his plate; he put in his mouth a forkful of ice cream mixed with what he obviously thought was some kind of gateau, but it was actually a fish terrine. He didn’t eat any more of that particular combination.
In Vietnam a local snack is 14-day old duck embryo - crack the shell and dig out with a spoon. Needless to say I didn’t try one! They have a number of delightful dishes including cow uterus, bull penis etc.
In NZ I saw someone order a wild boar dish, the fact that it came with bristles still attached put me off a little! In fact we have a whole festival dedicated to wierd and wonderful wild foodn- huhu grubs, possum pies, cows’ udders, seagulls, bull, lamb and goat testicles, magpie pies and garden snails. There’s also a lot of beer, presumably to help you wash it all down without chewing a lot!
I can’t claim to have seen it ordered, but casu marzu really needs to be on the list.
No mere goat testicle or live squirming lobster can compete.
Oh. My. Effing. Blank.
How does this, this, ABOMINATION even exist?
I’m gonna be sick, and I’m the guy who ate the live clam…
Let’s see. Chitlins. Chapel Hill NC.
Mama Dip’s?
Sounds like vegamite. Then again, I am no expert on such matters…
Stuffed colon. When it arrived at the table, I looked at it with undisguised horror. Somebody cut into it and it was stuffed with some sort of dark mushy matter.
I just could not get it out my mind that this could be the same dark mushy matter it was stuffed with while it was still inside a living animal.
Put me off my whole dinner.
That’s right! Never go to Mama Dip’s with people who like chitlins. I hate the smell of pork (don’t mind eating it, but the smell makes me a little sick), and chitlins are like the distilled essence of nasty pork smell. But compared to stuffed colon, it’s probably not all that bad. I’m really afraid to ask what casu marzu is. I probably really don’t want to know.
When I was around age five, the only thing I would eat that bubble gum pink medicine with was chocolate ice cream. I used to mix the two with a spoon, and thinking back on it, this is probably the grossest thing I’ve ever eaten.
OTOH, stuff I actually like to eat that others might consider weird: honey mustard with apples, honey mustard on eggs covered in muchrooms and bacon, ketchup on mashed potatoes with spinach and pepper, ketchup and grilled tunafish (think grilled cheese substituted with tuna), peanut butter sauce with mocha chunk/mint chocolate chip ice cream, and probably much more. I’ll give you the first one, but after that, I don’t think I’m the only one who eats food like that.
Hey I used to go to Mama Dip’s! I lived on Pritchard Street not far away. When I worked in RTP my boss once asked me to take a prospective hire out for dinner. The guy was from the UK and I figured he might enjoy some local color so I took him to Mama Dip’s.
Derleth: Hold the damn phone. You lived in Poplar Bluff? I used to live there. And I’ve eaten many times at that very same Pizza Inn.
The weirdest thing I’ve ever seen someone order was a small chocolate Frosty at Wendy’s. That wasn’t the weird part. He dipped his fries in it.
That’s almost commonplace to me. I have two friends who do this. I’ve never tried it myself, but, unlike many things I’ve read of in this thread, it actually sounds like it might be good.
Well, that and the deep-fried Mars bar, but I fear that as much as I desire it.
I don’t know if anyone has added this yet because I’m too lazy to read the whole thread.
Went to an Asian foods place once where you could pick what you wanted on your takeaway plate. Next to the beef broccoli was quite clearly a dish goat or sheep penises in a nice au jus sauce.
Also, *Large Marge, if you dare disparage Spam Musubi again, I know several large Polynesians (like there are small ones?) who can be quite stealthy. 
I know several, myself. And I think I know how they got so “stealthy.”
Boy this brings me back! We used to live in Chapel Hill, through most of the 80s, and Dip’s was famous. In fact my first foray “online”, via Compuserve (IIRC), wound up with me chatting with a total stranger, about the availability of chitlins at Dip’s.
No, I never did have the courage to go there and try it (them?). Figured it wouldn’t be fair to the other diners to have me shriek/hurl and run out of the place.
Magic Eyes, I just googled “casu marzu”. No, in fact, you do not want to know. The “stuffed colon” just might be more appealing. It’s already dead. :eek:
Suddenly I don’t feel hungry any more.
(and more on-topic: the worst thing I’ve ever seen ordered was calf’s brain, ordered by a German colleague eating at a restaurant in Manhattan’s Little Italy area. He offered to share. I came close to trying a bite. But I chickened out)