While not technically what I ate...
...it was definitely the most memorable meal of my life.

My parents divorced when I was about 6, because of my father's workaholic tendencies. Because of this, when he did make time to see me, it tended to mean sitting in the car for hours at a time zipping all over the country for his meetings. (Exciting, I know).

On one particular trip, we stopped at a Little Chef to grab something to eat. He had something in gravy, I had something not in gravy. Then...dessert...

Little me chose the chocolate fudge cake with ice cream. Top choice. Made in a factory 500 miles away, but yummy. My father chooses some warm sponge mutation filled with jam. Microwaved with care.
Thing is, jam has a tendency to superheat when microwaved, so when he cut it open, the superheated jam reacted with the air and burst into flames, releasing plumes of black acrid smoke.

It was at this point a waiter decided to see how things were, took one look at the sponge-fire, and walked away.

EDIT: Just got off the phone with the missus, who is currently training for her new job in California, and the company just took her out for a $300 Wagyu (Wagyu? Waygu?) steak, topped with a wild mushroom sauce, and actually cried at the table because of how beautiful it is. I had a potato for dinner...fucksocks.
(bobman500 enjoys a grope as much as the next fella, Fri 27 May 2011, 2:31, 2 replies)

Wagyu -
Translates as 'Japanese Beef' I believe. Never had it, never will but damn I want to try it!
( Bats, Fri 27 May 2011, 4:34, closed)

Pyrotechnic jam sponge in a Heston Blumenthal setting would cost a fortune. Was this before or after he got involved in Little Chef?
(mesi explains things badly, Fri 27 May 2011, 10:16, closed)