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Two things. Once I had fish in the student cafeteria that gave me food poisoning. Since then, I can't stand fish and seafood anymore.
The other was a lasagne I had at a Tesco cafe. I took one bite, and returned it to the counter, stating that this is the worst lasagne that ever happened to me.
I once went to an Ethiopian restaurant with my family. Never again.
I can't even describe it, but whatever evil concoction they call their version of bread is easily the worst thing I ever attempted to eat.
The lady who owns the Ethiopian place near me told me that it’s really hard to get the injera right when you first try it the US. The wild yeasts that occur naturally in Ethiopia are not present here. Is like how “real sourdough only comes from San Francisco.”
She said she couldn’t get it to work right with pure teff like back home and to play around for a long time with the mix of wheat, rice flour and teff before it was even edible.
Maybe the place you had it was still figuring it out.
Ordered indian takeout from a place in thr UK. The butter chicken tasted like they cooked a frozen chicken breast and strained a can of Spaghetti Os sauce over it.
I made pancakes once. I didn’t know the difference between baking powder and baking soda. It tasted like chewing aluminum foil or licking a 9v battery.
I’m generally not allowed in the kitchen.
When I was in my twenties I met this girl. I got really sick, and she wanted to impress me and made soup. She knew nothing about cooking.
She boiled a chicken, did not separate anything. Chopped up a head of parsley and threw it in.
Then she served it to me with glistening eyes and a hopeful look. "I want you to feel better, I made soup for you".
It was just basically grey chicken fat with bones, cartilage, skin floating in it.
Either live octopus or raw stingray. The former is chopped up and dipped in spicy sauce to make it writhe. The latter absolutely reeks of piss (stingrays are full of ammonia apparently). Silkworm larva are surprisingly delicious.
A Pizza. It was in Milan. Directly in front of the cathedral. It tasted like a frozen pizza, and I was utterly disappointed.
The only time I don't like pizza is when they use that weird cheap dough that resembles a giant version of what you get in lunchables
I grew up hating a lot of vegetables because my grandfather - who I'm sure meant well - used to boil the life out of them. Green beans or broccoli would be soft, mushy, and greyish (while the water became green), and taste like unseasoned sadness.
One day when I was in grade school in the year nineteen eighty-bad, the cafeteria served hot dogs which had gone greyish and we were all told it was fine. They smelled awful and made a bunch of kids sick.
almost ate raccoon that dads friend caught in traps.
Once I was with a group at a breakfast buffet, and I had a piece of bacon that was about 95% fat. Someone said they'd give me $5 to pour a packet of Sweet'n Low on it and eat it.
I regretted taking them up on it.
My true worst isn't technically food, but we cooked down a bunch of San Pedro cactus to try to make mescaline. The juice tasted like ultra concentrated dirty bong water.
The worst part is it didn't work.
I mean there are foods designed to genuinely taste bad, but - keeping to food that I guess is supposed to taste good - I know one of my worst experiences as a kid was with a particular boiled sweet.
I don't know what flavour it was supposed to be, but it tasted like somebody had shoved fly spray in my mouth. It was vile.
