Terrible food
Back when I was a student, we had a "clear out the fridge" party. Everyone brought what they had left and the idea was to make a big meal out of it.
The stew/casserole/whatever was going surprisingly well until someone added the tin of mackerel in tomato sauce they'd been hoarding all year.
What's the worst thing you've ever cooked or eaten? Who's the worst cook you've encountered?
[and yes, we've asked this before, but way, way back before we had the fancy QOTW pages]
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 10:23)
Back when I was a student, we had a "clear out the fridge" party. Everyone brought what they had left and the idea was to make a big meal out of it.
The stew/casserole/whatever was going surprisingly well until someone added the tin of mackerel in tomato sauce they'd been hoarding all year.
What's the worst thing you've ever cooked or eaten? Who's the worst cook you've encountered?
[and yes, we've asked this before, but way, way back before we had the fancy QOTW pages]
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 10:23)
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It's the moment of realisation that's the worst thing
Back when I had the misfortune to live in Bradford, there was a 'restaurant' (or, more accurately 'cooking hole') called 'Tariq's'. Anyone who went to Bradford Uni around 2001-2003 will be familiar with it.
I only ever went there when pissed. It was a MDF-constructed, filthy, painted bright red, with a menu clearly transported from the 1970s (faded pictures of food with decorative salad items, and ring-pull coke cans). You never saw any rats or mice though, even round the open bins out back. I digress.
My post-pissup snack of choice was chicken pakora with mango chutney. It came in a beige polystyrene box with some 'salad' (chopped up onions and one bit of cucumber). One particular night, whilst wandering home with my mates, eating my Indian delicacy, I started to sober up a bit, and realised that my chicken was, even through the strong spices and red colourant, somewhat small, chewy, and unchickenlike.
Tariq's closed not long after for serving rat to it's patrons. I am in no doubt that I had been eating rat pakora for a good few months.
:(
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 14:05, Reply)
Back when I had the misfortune to live in Bradford, there was a 'restaurant' (or, more accurately 'cooking hole') called 'Tariq's'. Anyone who went to Bradford Uni around 2001-2003 will be familiar with it.
I only ever went there when pissed. It was a MDF-constructed, filthy, painted bright red, with a menu clearly transported from the 1970s (faded pictures of food with decorative salad items, and ring-pull coke cans). You never saw any rats or mice though, even round the open bins out back. I digress.
My post-pissup snack of choice was chicken pakora with mango chutney. It came in a beige polystyrene box with some 'salad' (chopped up onions and one bit of cucumber). One particular night, whilst wandering home with my mates, eating my Indian delicacy, I started to sober up a bit, and realised that my chicken was, even through the strong spices and red colourant, somewhat small, chewy, and unchickenlike.
Tariq's closed not long after for serving rat to it's patrons. I am in no doubt that I had been eating rat pakora for a good few months.
:(
( , Thu 17 May 2007, 14:05, Reply)
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