Worst meal EVER

[Penni]

What’s your worst meal ever? I had mine, unfortunately, on vacation last week. I am easy to please and will eat just about anything, but for the first time in my life, I sent a meal back at a restaurant.

The first mistake was that we ate in Cancun. We were coming back from a fun trip to Isla Mujeres and were passing through Cancun to get back to Playa del Carmen, a smaller town. But we were hungry, so we ate there. Cancun, IMO, is all the worst of American and Mexican culture combined. It’s like Mexican Disneyland or something. Very packaged and not on our more adventurous to-do list. Anyway, there was a big group of us, so we just went to a chain type place and ate.

I ordered this Specialty, a type of Chile Relleno. It sounded so fascinating, with pomegranate seeds and other fruit and a goat cheese and walnut sauce. Sounded right up my alley! So, I ordered it, as did several other people at the table.

We were all laughing, chatting and joking when the meals arrived. Our chiles were so big that everyone was joking about that when I took the first bite and I got a big surprise. It was cold. WTF? Like, not room temp, but refrigerated. Everyone else’s was too. I really didn’t like it, but I took a couple more bites. In the meantime one of my friends asked a waiter about it who said, yes, it’s supposed to be! We all agreed that it definitely didn’t say that on the menu and if you are gonna bust out with something unusual like a COLD chile relleno, the menu really OUGHT to say “Served cold” or something.

Well, it actually kinda tasted ok, but I couldn’t abide the texture and feel of the refrigerated breading. It was horrible. Finally, when I could get the attention of someone, I told them I had to send it back. Now, like I said, I’ve never done this, and I probably still wouldn’t have except for the fact that the menu at this place, in a big box at the top said:

If your meal is not what you expected, don’t be afraid, don’t be shy, send it back and we will provide you with something more to your satisfaction!

So, I told the waiter and he gave me a disappointed look and grilled me on why I would send it back. Rude. Anyway, I got some boring ass tacos just because I was starving.

You know, the funny thing is, on our last night in Playa del Carmen, we went out to another restaurant, and I ordered a chile relleno again. It had slightly different ingredients and sounded really interesting (yeah, this should have tipped me off, but what can I say, there was alcohol involved). So, I ordered it, thinking, “Now, I am going to have a GOOD chile relleno.” And guess what? It was served cold. D’oh! BUT, the key difference is this one wasn’t breaded. So, while this still wasn’t my favorite meal, the taste was just ok and all, I could definitely handle it. But, I was quite chagrined for screwing myself over a second time.

[Goliath]

My worst meal ever would have to be cherries and fish!

It was a few years ago. I was xmas shopping with a few friends of mine. We were at Super Target (which is where I did a fair amount of my xmas shopping that year, IIRC) and I got some chocolate covered cherries for the parents (and a box for myself). There was also a sushi bar at this particular Super Target. So, I got some sushimi and we went to a friend's place where we had 4 computers networked together.

I was able to eat about half of the box of cherries and about a third of the sushimi when my stomach started seriously protesting......

[Penni]

My worst meal ever would have to be cherries and fish!

It was a few years ago. I was xmas shopping with a few friends of mine. We were at Super Target (which is where I did a fair amount of my xmas shopping that year, IIRC) and I got some chocolate covered cherries for the parents (and a box for myself). There was also a sushi bar at this particular Super Target. So, I got some sushimi and we went to a friend's place where we had 4 computers networked together.

I was able to eat about half of the box of cherries and about a third of the sushimi when my stomach started seriously protesting......

That sounds pretty bad! Oh, and little note: it's sashimi. :)

[Goliath]

That sounds pretty bad!

It was.


Oh, and little note: it's sashimi. :)

Oops! Oh well, you learn something new every day.

[livius drusus]

I would totally have spat that out, Penni. I think you were very brave to send it back, particularly after the waiter gave you the third degree.

I don't have any horror stories quite like that (I have outlandishly good luck with menus; it's eerie; I'm like a menu Rain Man), but I was a witness to the worst meal ever: Rigatoni alla Paiata.

My mom always orders the local specialty, you see. Even when this specialty is pasta topped with the unevacuated intestines of milk-fed veal. I have never, ever smelled anything like that before or since; my dad and I actually moved to an adjacent table so we could breathe enough to eat.

I know, I know... That was really mean of us, but you have to understand. The noxiousness was unbearable.

[viscousmemories]

I'm one of those people who will eat whatever they bring out rather than give more work to the waiter and kitchen staff, so I've eaten a lot of things I didn't care for. I'm not sure if it's because I'm a people pleaser generally or because I've worked in restaurants, but there it is.

Still, I've had two traumatic food experiences. One was eating sauerkraut. For some reason I just had this profound aversion to it. Not sure if it was the smell or what, but it just repulsed me and my brother forced me to eat some once. Well, he forced me to put it in my mouth. I then ran to the bathroom, locked the door and spit it in the toilet. I eat it up now, though. :D

The other time was some matzo ball soup at my girlfriend's parent's house. I think the story was her Mom had used No Salt (this repulsive salt substitute) in it or something, but the bottom line was that it was inedible. So there I am, first dinner at my new girlfriend's parent's house, and literally unable to eat the first course of the meal. I couldn't pretend I was full... it was really majorly awkward.

[lisarea]

I don't have any horror stories quite like that (I have outlandishly good luck with menus; it's eerie; I'm like a menu Rain Man), but I was a witness to the worst meal ever: Rigatoni alla Paiata.

My mom always orders the local specialty, you see. Even when this specialty is pasta topped with the unevacuated intestines of milk-fed veal. I have never, ever smelled anything like that before or since; my dad and I actually moved to an adjacent table so we could breathe enough to eat.

I know, I know... That was really mean of us, but you have to understand. The noxiousness was unbearable.

Wait. Are you really really serious? Unevacuated intestines? Does that mean what that means? I even went and looked it up, but all the websites about it are in Eye-talian, which I still don't understand even after I remove the vowels at the end of the words.

So, anyway, I'm going to tell the same story I just told in another thread, but dammit, I'm not done complaining about it.

It was some baked ziti made with this jar of ass that they used to have commercials for on TV. The commercials were, like, a boy ziti and a girl ziti or something, and they were stupid. That's all I remember of that.

But someone made this once anyway, and made me eat some. It was this little gooey glop of pastel colored dump on a plate. The noodles, OF FUCKING COURSE, were overcooked almost to the point of disintegration, but the magical pasta sauce somehow managed to have enough water left that the "ziti" was sitting in this shallow pool thin pinkish shit with little spice-flavored bits floating around in it. When I picked it up with my fork (you couldn't even spear it or it'd fall apart), it just sagged there, dripping, making wet, thudding FLORP FLORP noises, which were amplified by my traumatized psyche until they were near deafening. I was trying really hard to be polite, though, so I put the thing in my mouth. It immediately turned into a viscous kind of metallic tasting slime that coated the entire inside of my head. There was a hotly contested battle between my conscious direction to swallow and my reptilian sense of self-preservation. It just sat there in my mouth, permeating my mucous membranes, while the battle was fought. Ultimately, I was able to stifle the gag reflex and swallow it, but apparently, I still had some vestige of a will to live, and as such, couldn't muster the sheer will to let it get near me again.

I know. If someone else told me this, much less KEPT TELLING ME THIS, I'd think it was some lame affectation or something. I wouldn't believe them, either.

But goddammit, it's true. I swear it's true.

[Dingfod]

I ordered tortilla soup at my local Monterey Tex-Mex restaurant. It tasted like dishwater. After only a few bites, I complained. Turns out they had a new cook that forgot to put the spicy chicken in it, so basically what I had was hot water with sour cream and tortilla strips in it.

Hey, at least it was hot.

Warren

[livius drusus]

Wait. Are you really really serious? Unevacuated intestines? Does that mean what that means? I even went and looked it up, but all the websites about it are in Eye-talian, which I still don't understand even after I remove the vowels at the end of the words.

Serious as the heart attack the funk almost gave me. Yes ma'am. Milk-shit filled intestines served on lovely, perfectly al dente rigatoni. The horror... The horror...

I know. If someone else told me this, much less KEPT TELLING ME THIS, I'd think it was some lame affectation or something. I wouldn't believe them, either.

But goddammit, it's true. I swear it's true.

I believe you completely. I almost yakked at my desk just from the reading.

[livius drusus]

I ordered tortilla soup at my local Monterey Tex-Mex restaurant. It tasted like dishwater. After only a few bites, I complained. Turns out they had a new cook that forgot to put the spicy chicken in it, so basically what I had was hot water with sour cream and tortilla strips in it.

Hey, at least it was hot.

/me whimpers

[Goliath]

I can't believe that this awful meal story slipped my mind until now.

It was about 8 or 9 years ago. A few friends of mine and I were making a trip to Minneapolis (to shop, hang around...etc). I don't know what possessed us to stop at White Castle to eat, but we did....

It was horrible. You could see the kitchen from the main part of the restaraunt, and it looked horribly filthy. They cooked the "burgers" in what seemed to be onion grease (which really pissed off my friend Sherman, who can't stand the flavor of onion), and they tasted awful. I had an iron stomach back then, and I could barely wolf these disgusting...things down.

Oh, and you know what was on the agenda after eating? Going to the planetarium. :yuck:

[freemonkey]

but I was a witness to the worst meal ever: Rigatoni alla Paiata.

My mom always orders the local specialty, you see. Even when this specialty is pasta topped with the unevacuated intestines of milk-fed veal.

No shit?!

I mean, shit!! That has got to be one of the most disgusting dishes I've ever heard of (right up there with Lisa's friend's "ziti").

You didn't say, did your mom like it?

[livius drusus]

No shit?!

I mean, shit!! That has got to be one of the most disgusting dishes I've ever heard of (right up there with Lisa's friend's "ziti").

You didn't say, did your mom like it?

/me laughs out loud

That would be no, but she made a truly valiant attempt to choke it down. My mom is perpetually adventurous and zesty, even when faced with shit-filled intestines on pasta.

My mom rules!

[wildernesse]

Hmm. Catfish. Catfish that's not actually cooked all the way through.

I have to say that I did this to myself--yesterday. It looked done on the outside. I guess there's a reason you only eat catfish when it's been fried to death.

[livius drusus]

Catfish eat a lot of shit, I hear.

[Adora]

I think what I was forced to nibble on tonight was pretty fucking bad. Packet-curry and microwave self-saucing pudding. Fucking awful. All tasted like plastic and chemicals. I've been spoiled on real homemade curries and homemade saucing puddings.

[wildernesse]

Catfish eat a lot of shit, I hear.

I try not to think about it--at least when I'm eating good catfish (fried to death). Just like I try not to think too much about oysters when I'm eating them--that they're natural water purifiers or that they are 80% gonad. Rufus told me about the gonad part--while we ate oysters. I think he did that so he could have the rest of them.

[Clutch Munny]

Sea-slug. Spiceless, scarcely seared, slimy slices of sea-slug.

This was in China. As a rule, the food was wonderful if you went out and ate on the cheap wherever the peasants were eating. But when you were the Foreign Guests of Honour at some banquet -- which can be not terribly rare, when you're a foreigner in China, or at least back when I was there -- then they pull out the stops.

Eat cheap, get tasty dumplings and noodles. Eat fancy, and you better just eat it without asking, because once you find out it's cow-head skin or strips of esophagus or fried pig snout or slimy slices of sea-slug... you ain't gonna want to.

[Goliath]

A friend of someone I know (we'll call him Bob...I forget the guy's real name) went to Japan once (on a business trip, IIRC). Anyways, he was taken to a restaraunt where they served little live octopi as appetizers.

Bob saw the rest of the table snacking away on these things, so he carefully picked one up with his chopsticks and trepadaciously put it in his mouth......it immediately started sticking onto the inside of one of his cheeks, started squirting out ink, and started to also chomp away at the inside of Bob's cheek with it's small beak.

Trying to not draw attention to himself, Bob tried to casually pry the thing away from the inside of his mouth with a chopstick...eventually he got enough of its head underneath his teeth so that he could kill it. By this time, the rest of the table had looked at him with concern, wondering if he was okay...

What Bob failed to notice is that everyone else first jabbed their chopsticks into the head of the octopi, killing them so that they were dead by the time of mouth contact.

[Penni]

That's hilarious! :biglaugh:

[Corona688]

A friend of someone I know (we'll call him Bob...I forget the guy's real name) went to Japan once (on a business trip, IIRC). Anyways, he was taken to a restaraunt where they served little live octopi as appetizers.

Bob saw the rest of the table snacking away on these things, so he carefully picked one up with his chopsticks and trepadaciously put it in his mouth......it immediately started sticking onto the inside of one of his cheeks, started squirting out ink, and started to also chomp away at the inside of Bob's cheek with it's small beak. Egads.

Your friend has quite remarkable culinary fortitude. If my dinner did that to me I wouldn't try to "casually pry it from the side of my mouth". I'd "go completely stark raving bonkers" and would probably be halfway to the insane asylum before they figured out that my wild gesticulations and wailing exhultations were because I had a mollusc(?) fighting for it's life in a place living creatures really aren't supposed to go. You've turned me off squid and octopus for life, you know that? ...And for that I thank you most sincerely.

The worst food I've ever had wasn't seafood, it was a concoction called "orange pudding" that my grandfather made for me. He said it's a recipie from the Depression, and it certainly tastes depressing; take week-old bread, toast it, drizzle dishsoap on it then cover it in gravy, and I think that's how you get orange pudding. Where any orange enters the picture is not certain.

I did my best to be polite about it but I couldn't eat it.

[viscousmemories]

The worst food I've ever had wasn't seafood, it was a concoction called "orange pudding" that my grandfather made for me. He said it's a recipie from the Depression, and it certainly tastes depressing; take week-old bread, toast it, drizzle dishsoap on it then cover it in gravy, and I think that's how you get orange pudding. Where any orange enters the picture is not certain.

:D

That reminds me. I once ate blood pudding as part of a complete breakfast at a little Irish diner in Chicago. Fortunately I didn't find out what it is until later.

Oops... I just remembered it's called blood sausage. Of course it's obvious why orange pudding would remind me of blood sausage, so I won't elaborate. :innocent:

[RevDahlia]

Blood pudding/blood sausage is YUM. Boudins noirs with onions and fries? Oh yesh. Especially if you're eating them at Florent, on Gansevoort St in NYC, at four AM after having engaged in a whole lot of drinking.

[Gawen]

C-rations

[lisarea]

AH, SCREW THIS.

So, every time I see this thread, I get this urge, but I think, "No, Lisa. You're a grownup. You will add nothing of value. Just shut up. It's not even funny."

But the thread keeps coming BACK, doesn't it? And there's only maybe so much willpower a guy has, so with that, let me say:

YOUR MOM.

[Gawen]

AH, SCREW THIS.

So, every time I see this thread, I get this urge, but I think, "No, Lisa. You're a grownup. You will add nothing of value. Just shut up. It's not even funny."

But the thread keeps coming BACK, doesn't it? And there's only maybe so much willpower a guy has, so with that, let me say:

YOUR MOM.LMAO....good call.

[livius drusus]

She's really more of a snack, I'd think.

[Gawen]

She's really more of a snack, I'd think.Dried up...like jerky. Took a lot to moisten.


Man...I am so bad at times.

[livius drusus]

I'll have you know I am now closer to vomitting than I was when the unevacuated intestines were brought to our table.

[SharonDee]

:eww:

[Brimshack]

:wizard5: It lives. IT LIVES! IT LIVES!! IT LIVES!!! IT LIVES!!!

...okay, my worst meal ever occured during a D&D game. We used to start at 10:am in the morning and finish sometme around 2 or 3 in the morning. So, they were marathon sessions. Someone would usually ask what we wanted to eat around 2 or 3 in the afternoon and we'd discuss all the possibilities on and off until about 6 or 7, then just order pizza. That was the usual MO, but this time there was a new BBQ place in town and for some reason a couple of us (most importantly, ME!) were really starving. I should note that this was a small town with few restaurants, so the prospect of something new, especially BBQ was enough to generate serious excitement.

Anyway, food was mentioned at about noon, leading to an immediate consensus. We ordered massive quantities of BBQ ribs sometime around 1 or 2pm. They said they'd deliver in around half an hour. Forty minutes later we called and it turned out they'd dropped the order. So, they told us they'd make it up and deliver in half an hour. Okay, no problem. We continued gaming and waited. About an hour we called again. They still hadn't started it. By now some of us were absolutely week from hunger. ...well, I was, at any rate. We discussed the alternatives. Getting our money back and ordering pizza figured heavily in the options, but we decided to give them one more chance. An hour later, they still hadn't delivered, but we were assured the ribs were on their way. That was a new story at least, so we decided to wait a few more minutes and see if they showed up. Back to gaming...

Finally, well after 6pm, the ribs arrived. We divied them up and started eating. ...and discovered that they were all substantially undercooked. I really did not want to face that fact, because I was dying to eat something, and I had been so excited to try this new place. We talked about sending it back, but no-one wanted to give up the food now that it was in our possession. So, we stuffed it in the oven, thinking it won't take long to finish it up. Not ideal, but at least it will be cooked. It takes well over an hour at a decent setting to reach edible levels of cookedness, and by now we aren't really even gaming anymore. We're just sitting there grumbling and trying to wish the ribs into a cooked state. We finally get to eating at about 8pm.

Now by this time I am absolutely shaking from hunger. So, you see when I noticed a slight greenish-blue sheen on the surface of one of my ribs I imagined quite a lot of possibilities, and thought my way through several "it's probably just..." scenarios. I also wasn't sure if that really was what I was looking at. I mean it was covered in BBQ and I was starving. Maybe, it was just my own imagination. Perhaps it was just a trick of the light. ...Can you say 'denial'? ...I knew that you could.

Bottom line is that I ate the ribs, disgusting as they were, badly and wrongly cooked as they were, pathetic as the sauce was, and funny-salty tasting as the meat was. I ate several of them anyway. ...wondered a little bit at the strange numbing sensation on my tongue. Everyone else ate too, at least until mildly sated. A lot got thrown away, and no-one expressed any desire to try the place again.

Only two of us suffered food poisoning as a result of this meal.

[ShottleBop]

My worst meal ever (well, that I remember just now) was a banquet in Xao Ching, China, in 1985. I had represented a group of banks that was financing the addition of an aluminium can manufacturing plant to the Ding Hu Brewery, and the brewery held a stone-laying ceremony at the start of construction. We took a train from Hong Kong to Guangdong, where we spent the night (and had a very good meal). The next day, we were bused to the brewery for the ceremony.

The banquet featured "rice babies" (eggs bearing just-shy-of-hatching chicks, cooked at that stage), which I didn't try to eat, a civet cat and taro root mold (like a jello mold) that tasted vile, and sea cucumber that looked--and tasted--like burnt rubber hose. (I've had good sea cucumber--cooked well, it has a texture like aspic and tastes like whatever spices you use--I can usually eat a piece or two before that rubbery texture induces a gag reflex. The stuff at the banquet, however, was probably an actual burnt rubber hose.)

[ShottleBop]

Close runners-up: all the breakfasts I had as a kid that consisted of cold liver saved from the night before when I didn't finish it all by the time my twin brother had choked down his.

My primary method of eating liver as a child was to use copious amounts of ketchup as a lubricant, and to prevent the taste of liver from making me visibly gag, which would have brought punishment down upon me.

[Watser?]

My worst meal ever was not so bad as a meal per se and was also set in a furrin' country, Jordan, somewhere in the summer of 1990.
I was staying in a hotel in Amman and the hotel's owner/receptionist was eating what seemed to be something yummy. He invited me and my girlfriend to join us which I accepted but my girlfriend politely declined. It was in fact quite yummy, whatever it was. Something in a tomato sauce is basically what I remember.
The next day we were taking a bus to souther Jordan where we would rent a car with a couple of people we met. As soon as I got on the bus I was violently sick :verysick:
Thankfully my girlfriend pointed out that there was a toilet on the bus just in time and I managed to get there just before it poured out of me in a downward direction :crap: I had just wiped when it became clear that the next batch would come in an upward direction and I vomited all over the toilet :puke: I kept running back and forth to the toilet for the next few hours or so while we were driving southward. By the time the bus stopped I was much better. I think I used the toilet once more at the car rental place and was fit in time for the drive into the desert (which famously does not have toilets...)
So all in all I got off lightly I guess. It felt like I was not gonna live for those first hours though.

[Artemis Entreri]

Not a meal but once, as a kid, I was joyfully cracking and eating a bunch of mixed nuts. I wasn't paying real close attention when I chomped down on a Brazil Nut that was either rotten or contained some type of disgusting bug... I will never know for sure, but the taste.... dear god, it tasted the way I would imagine that particularly foul and odorous human feces would taste. It was the only time that I ever vomited from an assault on my senses.

[Uthgar the Brazen]

October 1978:

I was lying down in the back part of the station wagon as our two families were driving home from a football game and a super-greasy chicken dinner (endured in that order). My sister, who was in the "middle" seat area with my mother and Mrs H, decided that her stomach hurt, and let everyone know. My sister's stomach always hurt, so everyone told her to be quiet. There was a rustle, a quick "ohmyGOD!" from Mrs H, and suddenly my sister was being whisked to the side of the car to lean out the window. The driver didn't stop or even slow down (highway).

I sat up, and seeing the kerfuffle, asked "What's.......?"

Pre-digested chicken chunk. Fortunately, at 60mph I didn't have time to taste anything before the worst of it was over, and the looks of horror on everyone's faces made me feel warm all over.

This is a true story.

[Watser?]

:ohnoes:!!

[seebs]

I had a lot of trouble getting food I could eat in Denmark -- I'm sorta picky at the best of time, but in my defense, Jesse (who eats anything) was not much happier.

Lemme give you the perspective: I ordered Dominos and was glad of it.

[mindbender]

My worst meal ever would have to be cherries and fish!

It was a few years ago. I was xmas shopping with a few friends of mine. We were at Super Target (which is where I did a fair amount of my xmas shopping that year, IIRC) and I got some chocolate covered cherries for the parents (and a box for myself). There was also a sushi bar at this particular Super Target. So, I got some sushimi and we went to a friend's place where we had 4 computers networked together.

I was able to eat about half of the box of cherries and about a third of the sushimi when my stomach started seriously protesting......

You bought sashimi at Target. Honestly, what did you expect to happen? That's like buying caviar at Dollar General.

[Zehava]

Just this morning..

I went to get my coffee at the "Bistro" up stairs and got one of their breakfast calzone because I was hungry as well. Bacon, sausage and eggs in a pastry shell, sounds good right?


Not when they also put CHOCOLATE CHIPS in them. I shit you not. At first I thought it was just an accident, but after a half dozen, I don't think it was. And it's not like it was even good chocolate but simply Nestlee semi-sweet chocolate chips.

[Ensign Steve]

Don't be a wuss. Be an American!

http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/1/13254/jimmy-dean-pancake-sausage-chocolate-chip-736804.0.jpg

[Uthgar the Brazen]

:lmao:

[Zehava]

Don't be a wuss. Be an American!

http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/1/13254/jimmy-dean-pancake-sausage-chocolate-chip-736804.0.jpg

:wtf: :whatthefuck: :wtfsign: (that definitely requires 3 wtf)

I could have possibly dealt with the chocolate and bacon or chocolate and pork sausage, but I draw the line at chocolate chips and eggs.

:puke:

[Dingfod]

Bacon, sausage and eggs in a pastry shell, sounds good right?That can't be any worse than the chocolate covered bacon mentioned in the Bacon Salt thread.

[Corona688]

Don't be a wuss. Be an American!

http://images.teamsugar.com/files/usr/1/13254/jimmy-dean-pancake-sausage-chocolate-chip-736804.0.jpg Looks yummy.

But add eggs in that and YUCK!

[Ensign Steve]

Oh, I would totally eat something like that. I'd want to fry it like a corndog though.

[Prince Vegita]

Any meal with sea urchin. I can make my own phlegm balls for free.

[Charmion]

I don't recall my worst meal but I can tell you where you definitely won't get your worst meal. If it was prepared by Louisa Trotter (played by Gemma Jones) in the Masterpiece Theatre series, The Duchess of Duke Street, which aired in the late 70's, you'll fare well. I loved this series. It ran in two series with a total of 31 episodes.

The first few customer reviews in Amazon give an excellent description of the story. I've been a Masterpiece Theatre fan since it began with Alistair Cooke.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Duchess_of_Duke_Street
http://www.amazon.com/Duchess-Duke-Street-1/dp/B000A6T1X6

Masterpiece | PBS (http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/)
Masterpiece | Archive | PBS (http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/archive/index.html)

[Qingdai]

Vita cafe, awful food.
The kids meals are a dollar and not worth it.
Vegan macaroni and cheese, made with spiral noodles (because they are such rotten cooks they don't even know what macaroni is) and some awful cheese like sauce. They can't even cook tempeh.

[Corona688]

Any meal with sea urchin. I can make my own phlegm balls for free. I'd add clams and mussels and probably oysters to that complaint.