Worst meal you've ever had?

In the States 25+ years ago.

Come to Taco Bell they said
Food for the kings they said
Best fast food there is they said.

One mouthful, gag reflex, spat it out; probably the closest I've come to eating dog food.

Still gives me the shivers now.

Horrible
 
Delayed flight at Manchester and put up in a crap hotel.
The food think it was, supposed to be chilli con carne was so watered down to feed the extra 200 plus mouths, it was more like pigswill
 
At the end of my Army career, I had cause to spend some time at the Military Correctional Training Centre, Colchester (aka The Glasshouse).
In the run up to being sent there, I’d ‘converted’ to vegetarianism as a final attempt to mess the system around (see Archer in Scum).
Anyway, my first meal there was breakfast, and when I got to the front of the queue, I told the chef I was a veggie.
“That’s ok mate, we cater for vegetarians “, said the chef, took my tray and gave me a slice of dry toast, a spoonful of beans and a spoonful of tomatoes.
I sat down realising my ruse had ended.
Fast forward to dinner time and the same chef is waiting for me at the hot plate.
“Still a veggie, mate?”
“Not anymore” said I, took a proper meal and walked off as all the chefs pissed themselves laughing!
😔
 
Mother in laws fresh friit salad on christmas evening 43 yrs ago she started making it 4 days before one spoon full was enough . Never again but she did same every yr till she passed away and wondered why she always had it left to eat on boxing day
 
Was supposed to fly to Chicago for christmas a few years ago but flight was cancelled due to the bad weather. We were flown to Paris later the same day and were to be put up overnight in what resembled a prison,but with vouchers for food from one restaurant at Paris airport. There was one option only available with the vouchers and it was Steak Tartare which was a difficult sell to my two young daughters. The vending machine at the hotel/prison got some serious hammer that night!
 
Probably the Wetherspoons burger I had the other day before the game, shite.
 
Not the worst tasting but the worst after effects.
Stayed 2 nights in a so called 5 star hotel in Jaipur while doing a mini golden triange trip.
First night we intended eating in the Cafe Bistro at the hotel but because there was some kind of bollywood film crew in the hotel it had been reserved for them so we were told we would need to eat in the Al La Carte restaurant instead.
We had a lamb( probably goat) curry and an aubergine dish with rice,etc.
Seemed palatable but not very exciting at the time but 2 hours later I was throwing up at both ends in our hotel bathroom and continued to do so for much of the evening.
Following day and evening ate absolutely nothing just couldn’t face it.Just drank water.

In fact the whole food experience in India was awful the whole trip and We like Indian food.
 
Not the worst by any means, but the most bizarre was from my mother-in-law. As we lived away, we used to visit once a month and she knew I liked fish & chips and steak & chips, so on the plate, I had battered fish, sirloin steak, chips, salad, fried egg and gravy. Massive of course, but the gravy mixed with lettuce and runny egg yolk was an experience.
 
I once had a Cornish Pasty when on holiday in Somerset, and spent two days with my head over the sink and my arse stuck to the toilet. Not a pretty sight or a great experience.
 
😂
At the end of my Army career, I had cause to spend some time at the Military Correctional Training Centre, Colchester (aka The Glasshouse).
In the run up to being sent there, I’d ‘converted’ to vegetarianism as a final attempt to mess the system around (see Archer in Scum).
Anyway, my first meal there was breakfast, and when I got to the front of the queue, I told the chef I was a veggie.
“That’s ok mate, we cater for vegetarians “, said the chef, took my tray and gave me a slice of dry toast, a spoonful of beans and a spoonful of tomatoes.
I sat down realising my ruse had ended.
Fast forward to dinner time and the same chef is waiting for me at the hot plate.
“Still a veggie, mate?”
“Not anymore” said I, took a proper meal and walked off as all the chefs pissed themselves laughing!
😔
😂 What was the rank of the officer you punched?

I used to drive past that place quite often on my way to Mersea Island. Didn’t look very inviting.
 
Not the worst by any means, but the most bizarre was from my mother-in-law. As we lived away, we used to visit once a month and she knew I liked fish & chips and steak & chips, so on the plate, I had battered fish, sirloin steak, chips, salad, fried egg and gravy. Massive of course, but the gravy mixed with lettuce and runny egg yolk was an experience.
Surf and turf...ish
 
Not the worst by any means, but the most bizarre was from my mother-in-law. As we lived away, we used to visit once a month and she knew I liked fish & chips and steak & chips, so on the plate, I had battered fish, sirloin steak, chips, salad, fried egg and gravy. Massive of course, but the gravy mixed with lettuce and runny egg yolk was an experience.
Bless her trying so hard to make a good impression.
 
Mex might remember this, breakfast at Mrs Macbeths guest house in Fort William.

Congealed scrambled eggs, hot dog sausage (one) rasher of greasy streaky bacon, tinned tomato.

This was fuel for climbing Ben Nevis!. Fortunately I didn't go for the packed lunch, pork luncheon meat and an apple if I remember correctly.
 
Mex might remember this, breakfast at Mrs Macbeths guest house in Fort William.

Congealed scrambled eggs, hot dog sausage (one) rasher of greasy streaky bacon, tinned tomato.

This was fuel for climbing Ben Nevis!. Fortunately I didn't go for the packed lunch, pork luncheon meat and an apple if I remember correctly.
Yes I do remember.

I also remember the jalapeños reappearing on the morning of, and during, the drive home.
 
Around 51 years ago, we stayed in a small B&B near Aberystwyth run by an old spinster, Miss Parry. It was like stepping back into the 1800's and we actually had a jug and bowl to wash in and a guzunder in tne bedroom.

Breakfast was a story in itself, A full Welsh Breakfast, Jean, my better half had a rasher of over cooked bacon, an under cooked sausage, a half a tomato, a half slice of greasy soggy fried bread and a mushroom plus an overcooked hard yolked fried egg. I had two of everything, being the man!!! The cutlery was all highly polished and added the taste of Brasso or similar to the breakfast. We managed to eat a little and put the rest in a tin we had with us when Miss Parry went in the kitchen. On her return she looked at the plates and said that's what I like to see, clean plates, would you like some more. After politely thanking her and smuggling the tin out we set off, disposed of the tin's contents and found a nice little cafe in Aberystwyth where we had a decent breakfast. Poor old love she had done her best.
 
The worst thing I ever experienced is Andouillette in France. It's a regular meal over there. It is a kind of sausage but it's made with innards. When you cut into it all sorts of coiled shaped innards spring out along with the overwhelming stench of dead animals.

Not only could I not eat it but I had to excuse myself from the table and go into the garden along with my daughter who was also horrified. I was physically retching in the garden much to the amusement of the French. Quite simply it's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen or smelt.
 
Can't really remember, but I'm sure the Mrs will have cooked it.

I have saved one of BASIL's top table a nasty stomach ache. Before Brentford away 2006 (L1-0) in the HITW they were bringing out all day breakfasts for the group, one breakfast ended up on the floor behind the bar. Bloke scooped up the bacon sausage and egg and plonked it back on the plate ready to serve. I told him not to do that, he returned it to the kitchen and another plate was brought out some minutes later.
 
The worst thing I ever experienced is Andouillette in France. It's a regular meal over there. It is a kind of sausage but it's made with innards. When you cut into it all sorts of coiled shaped innards spring out along with the overwhelming stench of dead animals.

Not only could I not eat it but I had to excuse myself from the table and go into the garden along with my daughter who was also horrified. I was physically retching in the garden much to the amusement of the French. Quite simply it's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen or smelt.
Wow,that brings back memories Mac,the same happen to me, it was translated as sausage and chips on the menu so I thought I'd have some of that and to be fair it looked alright as it had been deep fried but like you say when I cut into it looked like road kill and smelt like it too
 
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