I’m not a dessert person, but I love both of those!
With the exception of poutine, I like almost everything listed above. Warm bread pudding fresh from the oven is divine, as is a good hot dish made with Campbell’s soup. The British full breakfast is not to be maligned, as it was originally intended to sustain workers doing physical labor, not sitting behind desks all day long.
While I’m not ashamed of it, one thing I will add to the list is Minnesota chow mein, a gloopy green concoction that consists mainly of ground pork and stewed celery, doused with soy sauce and served over white rice and crispy noodles. It doesn’t taste bad, it just has no connection whatsoever to real Chinese food, something I did not find out until I had been eating it for well over 60 years.
…. And the memories come flooding back. The British Pub Curry. That, my fellow Dopers, is the poster child for cultural misappropriation. A beef thing (usually) with raisins and apples and a faint faux curry flavour. I bet there are places here where that is still thriving.
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Oh, yeah: Pronto pups (corn dogs) are delicious so long as they’re (a) made fresh with masa flour and 100% beef weiners, (b) fried in fresh oil (I prefer lard, actually), (c) slathered with French’s yellow mustard, and (d) eaten hot!
The packaged ones found in supermarket freezers and intended to be microwaved are abominations. Yeccch! 
I never had a Jamaican patty until I started coming to Canada back in 2006. I can’t imagine stuffing them with cheese—they’re not calzone, fer chissakes!
I should add that the ones they sell here at snack bars and the supermarket are far from the real thing. To get a good one, you have to go to a restaurant run by Jamaican immigrants—easy to find in Toronto!
For America, it’s too many to count. I think just the whole concept of Super Size, or a soda the size of an oil drum.
Sadly, don’t qualify. I feel your pain. I would have put out there the British pub sign reading “Two mains £8.99”.
As foul as it is, lacks specificity. You get what you pay for.
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I had that in Britain, and it’s a lovely bit of comfort food, I must say. No, it’s only vaguely related to actually curry dishes, but I do crave it from time to time. I’ll have to look me up a recipe. It’s like the curry chips you’ll find at Irish pubs (at least here in the US). Not really “curry” but quite nice in their own right.
Tapioca is not great but home made rosehip syrup can cover a multitude of sins.
The other two are things of beauty, especially when made with fresh eggs (as my dear departed Auntie Annie used to do on her hill farm in the high moors of County Durham)
I sometimes buy cups of both tapioca and rice pudding at the supermarket. They’re fine for late night snacks, but infinitely better when made from scratch.
Tapioca pudding smothered with fresh whipped cream is one of my favorite desserts!
Neither poutine nor the full English (Scottish, Welsh or Irish breakfasts too) are shameful. They’re unhealthy and filling, which is why they’re an occasional weekend treat.
Corndogs look disgusting (they remind me of my step-aunt’s chihuahua, who had a permanently extruding penis), but, again, as a treat once in a while, why not? The corndogs, not my step-aunt’s dog.
Tapioca I don’t personally like but that doesn’t make it a bad thing per se. Rice pudding and bread and butter pudding are amazingly delicious.
Bread pudding is not the same thing as bread and butter pudding, btw. Bread pudding is a cakey thing that is eaten on its own, bread and butter pudding is very soft, can only be eaten with a spoon, and is served with custard. That’s the UK definition - US ones might be different, I guess.
I don’t get chicken and waffles, ESPECIALLY for breakfast. It doesn’t even look good later in the day.
Seriously. So much brown on the plate.
Anyone from Hawaii here? How do you feel about loco moco? Or Spam musubi?
I’d nominate Cincinnati Chili, considering the effects it had on my digestive system the one time I tried it.
But hometown pride forces me to override that with our local institution. How can one not nominate for the Dish of Shame something proudly called a Garbage Plate?
Health.com named the Garbage Plate the fattiest food in the state of New York.
I have been up Rochester way and have never been tempted to eat it. It feels a bit much and, well, all that food mooshed on a plate doesn’t look very appealing to me. But go NY! No shame to our game.
O.K., maybe a little.
Actually, when used with English affixes, the base word “Hawai’i” doesn’t take an 'okina (that’s what the apostrophe is standing in for). The rationale is that “Hawaiian” is an English word, not a Hawaiian one. The name “Hawai’i,” however, IS in the Hawaiian language, so it needs to be spelled correctly according to the rules of 'ōlelo Hawai’i - the Hawaiian language. (And if you wanna get really into the weeds, I’ll note that the 'okina is considered a consonant in ʻōlelo Hawai’i).
We now end our linguistic digression and turn our attention to the topic of this thread. In my humble opinion, the Indonesian national dish of shame is mie bakso.
Bakso are meatballs with a texture that can only be described as upsetting. Or, in the words of Wikipedia: Unlike other meatball recipes, bakso has a consistent firm, dense, homogeneous texture due to the polymerization of myosin in the beef surimi.
Eating bakso is a little bit like what I imagine it would be like to eat meatball-shaped pencil erasers. The “mie” part is noodles, usually fried up with scallions, Indonesian soy sauce, MSG, and other flavorful bits. All the mie bakso I’ve ever eaten has been a total greasefest.
When I lived in Indonesia we very occasionally used to order take-out mie bakso for my music group. It was cheap, and the first few mouthfuls were delicious (they sliced the bakso into thin pieces, so the texture wasn’t quite so disturbing; it was more like eating sliced mushrooms). But eating a full serving guaranteed that gastronomic regret would follow, and I’m saying that as a person with a cast-iron stomach who almost never gets food poisoning or even indigestion from overly greasy food. So we didn’t order it very often.
Heey! When I am in Madrid, I must have churros with hot chocolate for breakfast at least once! Great stuff!
Now, Callos a la Madrileña, on the other hand… revolting. That is my contribution for Spain.
And for Germany, Grünkohl mit Pinkel. It is so disgusting that the Wikipedia article needs additional citations for verification, as it beggars belief no matter how many sources confirm it.
Both of three ain’t bad…
Ducks and leaves
There was a Chinese buffet here (closed because the owner retired) that served tapioca flavored with coconut. It was truly excellent.
For Maine (and northern New England) I’ll nominate Moxie. It’s a fine symbol of the independent character of Mainers, but it tastes like carbonated ass.
Cincinnati chili, mmmmmmmmm! 
Makes great chili mac and the best chili–cheese dogs! I cook a pot full of it 2–3 times a year.