What's the worst meal you've ever eaten?

[latteloverr]

I'll go first. Steak and coco pops. The steak was in the coco pops. DD made it.

I imagine that set like cement in your stomach, if you managed to get it down without gallons of liquid😂
Hard to chose my favourite worst dish, there are so many, but just the thought of semolina with hot water and lard makes me feel weak and gippy...😖

Have to say I'm now looking forward to my safe and unsurprising jacket spud tea tonight 🙏

My mil made gravy by crumbling an oxo into the veg water and that was it

Mind you it was better than the chicken gravy. Chicken in the oven to roast, the giblets into a basin with a little chopped onion and covered with water, tinfoil over the top. This basin was then placed on the table with a spoon so you could ladle out the stock and the giblets as you liked 🤢, honestly my FIL and DH would eat the giblets MIL liked the neck , I use to say I wasn’t keen on gravy a had my over boiled veg and dried up meat dry

Little Chef when I was a child. My sausages were raw inside.

Or a "meal" in America consisting of pasta, prawns and loads of melted cheese. 🤮

Or my mum's over-cooked green mulch (broccoli). She was a good cook other than that.

All I've ever heard of Andouillette has ensured that I'll never try it! Something which apparently should, "Have a whiff of shit," is not something I think should ever enter a human mouth.

Anyway, I was working in Indonesia over 20 years ago and in a restaurant, I pointed at the most expensive thing on the menu, at 10 Dollars. Virtually everything else was less than half that.

It turned out to be sea slug, which I didn't know. I had a mouthful, it was like shit on a bonfire and burning tyres, with extra rankness and heartburn. A man at the table next to me asked if I didn't want it and could he have it? I said yes and he explained what it was.

The taste of it was in the back of my throat for a couple of days.

DS's GF made pasta with strawberry sauce (hot). Apparently a Polish dish. Strained smiles and fake mmmmms all round.

I made an inedible meal the first time I cooked for my (very traditional) in-laws. Beef casserole. The meat was like carpet, the potatoes like pebbles and the sauce like watery bovril. Still cringe now - this was over 20 years ago.

I suppose it’s a place rather than a meal. It was a quaint little restaurant in a monastery village in Spain. We ordered a bunch of tapas and each one was more vile than the prior. Still feel like throwing up when I think about it. The same name tapas tasted completely different ( and delicious) in other places; it’s just the way they were prepared in that particular place was 🤮

Many years ago my housemate used to make 'lemon chicken noodles'; minute slices of chicken breast with no oil or seasoning, blasted under a grill until drier than the sun.

Further mixed with raw garlic, a heart stopping amount of salt and LEMON CURD...

Usually served with those dried egg noodles which were first boiled for a month and then dry-fried until suitably charred.

This is probably why I used to be thin...

The worst / most disappointing meal ever was after my emcs, cold tinned ravioli on top of lettuce.

Any food, served by any NHS hospital in the last 50 years. Inedible.🤢

There are many.
A sort of sausage thing in a tent in the desert. It looked like a burnt penis and smelt of goat . Vile
After a long ,long labour I went back to the ward to be presented with a meal that I had not chosen. It was 3 courses. I thought I would just eat the mushroom soup. It was grey,slimy,tasteless with stringy bits . When I moved the plate I saw a menu on the tray. I had just eaten semolina pudding apparently.
Another time ,working with refugees an African lady took her turn to cook lunch. It was like tripe in texture but dark reddish brown. I forced it down and made extravagant noises of appreciation. Whereupon she served me another bowl full.
But the very worst was going with a colleague to check on elderly and lonely lady client. She begged us to stay for a cup of tea. My colleague didn't drink hot drinks but I accepted. The lady made the tea which was fine. Before we left I took the cups into the kitchen. By the sink was a mug tree with 3 mugs which together with the 2 used ones and the one in the sink were an identical set. The one in the sink contained the ladies dentures ,soaking in washing up liquid .

Something that called itself a Chinese meal in a very small town in the USA. Gloopy slop with no flavour. Even though we'd walked miles up a mountain that day, I couldn't eat it.

Many many hours after giving birth and losing two litres of blood (yes, I could have died): one white bread cheese sandwich. Not even a hot drink. Thin dry bread and plastic cheese.

Not just totally inadequate but the measliest meal imaginable for a new mother who’d lost more than half the blood in her body.

Having followed the thread to this point, has anyone else lost their appetite for their evening meal? Ha ha. I'm not sure that I could manage even a tin of soup.

Barely cooked slices (cross sections for those who have studied biology) of calf's brain, served on a scattering of dead and dying lettuce leaves.

Oh fuck, you win 😖😖😖

I once had a traditional Jersey meal called Bean crock. It was with a family I was visiting and it was their family's favorites dinner.
It was a grey blob and tasted foul.

I’d pretty much eat anything to be ‘polite’, but one time we went to my BIL and his wife served up something resembling and tasting like pedigree chum. It was truly rank. I literally couldn’t even force it down for fear of it all coming back up.
She was pretty offended and we didn’t eat there for a long time after, thankfully BUL now does the cooking.

Yep, that's why I'm popping some nice well behaved jacket spuds in the oven.
Surely nothing can go wrong... (except the mental image of shit sausage, strawberry pasta and snot pancake as I eat) 🤔

And another one. When I was about 8 I went with my family and a school friend to Glastonbury. Not the festival then , this was long ago and my mother wanted to see the Abbey. Not a successful visit as my friend fell over a dog and was tearful . My father took us to a cosy chinzy little cafe for a meal to cheer her up.It was quite nice and served pies chips ,sausages that sort of thing. As the waitress cleared the table my father commented on the nice pie. " ah yes " she said" we make our own"
And she drew back a chinzy curtain so that we could look into an outside yard. Full.of hutches of beautiful white rabbits.

A caterpillar salad and grilled porcupine at a homestay in Cambodia. There was also rice and some kind of omelette thankfully, but I had to at least attempt the other stuff to not be rude.

Day trip to Boulogne, France with the school. Went to a restaurant which all I can remember was on the first floor above some shops.

Gave us chicken casserole. It was inedible. Plus had inedible bits of chicken in there. Then some dry cake.

No wonder the teachers gave in to our moans and made the coach drivers (2 coaches) each stopped at a different McDonalds when we went back home

Sea bass my MIL made. It had definitely gone off, smelt very fishy… she kept saying it was from Waitrose! So was fine and sea bass was meant to smell fishy.

I spent all night vomiting. I still can’t eat sea bass to this day.

Some posho three Michelin starred place. Exec Director took a few of us out and was raving about the food.

God knows what I was eating, but it was utterly shite.

Finnan haddie- a bright yellow smoked fish slop thing that was supposed to be a treat as a child
Surströmming - buried fermented fish in Sweden- the stink
Durian fruit in thailand
Haggis- cannot eat it now got food poisoning from it and now my body refuses to even swallow it as it has identified it a poison

This is a hill I will die on!!
Even with bacon and oats, it is the food of the devil!!