Chapatti at a festival.
Last year I went to Bestival. On the whole it was an excellent, well organised affair. Anyhow, on the first night I decided I wanted one of those Chapatti wraps from one of the van thingies. I go up and order whatever it was I decided on, got the additional sauces and all that. I took a bite, something wasn't right, there was a hint of vomit, no, not a hint, it tasted of full-on vomit.

I gave my housemate a bite and asked him what he thought it tasted of.
"Tastes of sick, actual sick that. It's fucking hanging mate."
I take another bite just in case it magically tasted better.

It didn't taste any better. At least it didn't give me the shits.
( Slippery Mick ‏, Thu 26 May 2011, 18:46, Reply)