What is the WORST dinner you ever ate?

Freeper peer pressure

[Darth Sidious]

Fried rattlesnake testicles.

[rface]

tequila worms chased with tequila and then tequila for desert. I think it was a 7-course tequila dinner

I get green just remembering it.

Ashland, Missouri

[piasa]

Every item on your plane has a different name and a different look, but it all tastes identical- like extremely bland refried refried beans.

Oops, that must have been the terrorist happy meal I was thinking about. The terrorist gasses everybody on board.

[TheGrimReaper]

It's a tie between:
1) Fejoada - an authentic Brazilian slave dish, consisting totally of organ meats (heart, kidney, liver, etc); Sao Paolo, Brazil 1995

2) Smoked camel hump - Amarillo TX, 1983.

Two mistakes I'll never repeat.

[clintonh8r]

Something I ate in Vietnam. I can't tell you what it was because I don't know. And I don't want to know!

[CounterCounterCulture]

So?

[Dallas]

It would be darter snails, with spotted owl running a close second.

[Mark17]

Well, I was with the Donnor Party.

Yuk. Kind of dating yourself a little aren't you? LOL

[Romulus]

Oddly enough, it was in Paris. Inedible, and judging from the looks of the place and the people who worked there, probably just as well.

[Mark17]

Something I ate in Vietnam. I can't tell you what it was because I don't know. And I don't want to know!

Bird nest soup maybe?

[Doctor Doom]

Raw rabbit

(SERE training)

[SamKeck]

Hmmm. Lemme see. I'd have to say that would have to be that can of circa 1943 C-ration Ham and Green Lima Beans eaten cold with a small, white plastic spoon from a brindle green painted tin can and served with a small tin of hard tack John Wayne crackers on the side, all eaten while laying on my side in a shallow fighting hole sometime just after dark about June of 1967. The tin of red jam that came for the crackers was pretty good though. Washed it all down with slugs of warm water from my canteen. Yummie. Three stars in the Michaelin guide.

[Major Matt Mason]

Moose on the other hand, is extremely GOOD.

Ah, but moose dipped in a cheddar fondue is positively scrumptious!

[Major Matt Mason]

2) Smoked camel hump - Amarillo TX, 1983.

What, exactly, made you think that camel hump would taste GOOD?

[joey'smom]

Octopus-on-a-stick. 30 yrs. ago in Japan.

[TheGrimReaper]

I had no expectations at all for the smoked camel hump.
I also had no choice. It was hump or nothing.

[Chapita]

****************"Something I ate in Vietnam. I can't tell you what it was because I don't know. And I don't want to know!"********************************************

Rice balls held together with rotten fish drippings?

Can't remember the name of it but I would love to have some now to bait my catfish traps!

[Chapita]

My 81 y/o neighbor says, "I can't remember her name but sure can remember what she smelled like"!

I think I know what he is talking about! Some things must never change.

[Jaxter]

I've really only tasted two really nasty things in my life. One of them was Chinese soup with chicken hearts.
And the other one wasn't...

[Judith Anne]

Boiled hamburger and green beans from a can. My crazy aunt fixed it. I was just a little kid. I feel SOOOOO abused....

[Prodigal Son]

My little anecdote isn't as witty I suppose but:

When I was in Germany we had a nice Indian restaurant in town. I took my soon to be wife for a meal. Every selection on the menu had a byline (parenthesis explanations were on the menu)-

"Normal (recommended for Germans)
Spicy (sehr scharf/very spicy)
Indian Hot (not recommended for Europeans)"

Well sir, being American (and not European) I figured I'd eat the Indian Hot. The waitress kept telling me "oh, I think you really shouldn't eat that" But her concerns for my safety simply left me resolute that I was going to have Indian Hot. She finally accepted what to her was a plainly very foolish thing and went off to the kitchen.

My order finally arrived. The entire restaurant staff came out to watch me eat it. Throwing caution to the wind (hey y'all! watch this!) I dug right into my food and shoveled three or four mouthfuls quickly down my throat in true infantry style. Then my esophagus simply pinched shut. My girlfriend asked what was wrong. I tried to speak but nothing came out. Finally, I had to run to the toilet and vomit (literally) because it felt like the lining of my stomach was being burnt out.

I became something of a legend in that Indian joint after that. Apparantly, I was the only fool that had ever ordered the Indian Hot (Germans aren't real big into spicy food). Every time I went there for years after that and ordered a dish from the menu, the waiter or waitress would always ask "and will you be having that Indian Hot or just Spicy?". Them durned Indians learnt me good. I'm a spicy kinda guy now.