Pub Crawl
When I was an undergrad in Sheffield, we used to do a christmas pub crawl around the halls of residence. We used to do a practice run a few weeks beforehand, and it was all pretty standard stuff - pint and a shot in each bar, followed by either going out or a takeaway. So far, so good.

One of my friends had developed a reputation for being a bit of a pie eater, so one christmas he was dared to go on the hall crawl but not drink. Instead, he had to buy one of those KFC family buckets and eat the whole thing as we went round. Apparently, several hour old greasy chicken is not good.

The following year he was dared to repeat the performance... but with two 12 inch calzone pizzas. He threw up a lot.

You would have thought that this would put him off food dares... but no. A few months later we went to the Nursery Tavern on the Eccleshall Road, where they do something called a Mixed Grill. He was dared to eat one (as were two other guys). When it arrived, if I remember rightly, it was: 2 steaks, 2 gammon steaks, onion rings, a mound of chips, salad, bacon, sausages, black pudding plus other stuff. All in all about one and a half pounds of meat. It took them 4 hours to finish it. One guy went for a shit half way through, then came back, finished his meal, then had icecream. All of them managed to finish the dare, but had certain problems the next morning.

Personally I was dared (after several cans of Special Brew) to try the Broomhill Fryeries Battered Haggis. It was... different. Also was dared to eat a sock once. Chopped it up and put it in milk. My mistake? Not choosing a clean sock. (or possibly eatinga sock in the first place)
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 17:12, 3 replies)

och aye the noo
battered haggis is ace! all us jocks love it. well i do anyways
(Zutroy started without you, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 17:42, closed)

Battered Haggis
It would have been better if it actually resembled a haggis in any way, shape, or form. It was about 6 inches long, and inch thick, and I had to drunkenly wait whilst the dug it out of the freezer.

It looked like battered dog turd filled with wood shavings. I remember eating it, then passing out (this was after several cans of special brew). My charming friends then poured the remains of the haggis into my hair, and poured two cans of special brew over me. I ended up stuck to the carpet. Wonderful.
(Zapiola zip-zap-zop, Sat 3 Nov 2007, 17:39, closed)

I am definately going to try
the Nursery Tavern's mixed grill.
(jmaxi returned again on, Mon 5 Nov 2007, 15:45, closed)