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It was absolutely most perfect food in that situation Orang Utan
Have made it at home since and then immediately entered a food coma
Have made it at home since and then immediately entered a food coma
The lidl ones are the best imitation in the uk.Cacio e pepe in Rome. Simple, yet effective.
On the subject of German food, one of the things I loved about Munich was the ubiquity of pretzels. As in the bread ones, not the crunchy little snacks.
Andouillette sausages in France
Absolutely disgusting
Rick Stein does. The fucking pervo.I've never met anyone, French people included, who likes them.
I've never met anyone, French people included, who likes them.
I'm convinced they're a joke, along with Icelandic harkarl, which the natives enjoy serving to foreigners as a piss-take.
The mrs likes them, but she did grow up with them and they absolutely are an... acquired taste.I've never met anyone, French people included, who likes them.
I'm convinced they're a joke, along with Icelandic harkarl, which the natives enjoy serving to foreigners as a piss-take.
When I worked in France, they used to do it in the work canteen. It was very popular.I've never met anyone, French people included, who likes them.
I'm convinced they're a joke, along with Icelandic harkarl, which the natives enjoy serving to foreigners as a piss-take.
When I worked in France, they used to do it in the work canteen. It was very popular.
(The smell. )
Rick Stein does. The fucking pervo.
The smell is the gag factor. If you can block that, the actual taste isn't that foul. It's just like a not very nice sausage. Of course, ignoring the smell is easier said than done.
Ouzo and water whilst island hopping in Greece was absolutely divine.A lot of these food and drink experiences depend massively on circumstance, company and setting, don’t they? Bit like taking drugs.
I wouldn’t enjoy a cold lager in a pub in England in November but sat outside on a hot day in a Mediterranean country when on holiday with friends is just lovely.
Same with Orangina and Coca Cola, esp from a classic glass bottle.
A G&T in Seville is an entirely different experience to a G&T in a Wetherspoons in Elephant & Castle.
Fish n chips is a good example of how this also applies to food.
Had them sliced on a gallette in Brittany last month. Ok for a few mouthfuls, but then increasingly unpleasant. I left half of it.I've never met anyone, French people included, who likes them.
I'm convinced they're a joke, along with Icelandic harkarl, which the natives enjoy serving to foreigners as a piss-take.
The wet stinky tofu they do in Taiwan and the south here is like that, smells like boiling nappies but tastes great.The smell is the gag factor. If you can block that, the actual taste isn't that foul. It's just like a not very nice sausage. Of course, ignoring the smell is far easier said than done.
I'm veggie so it's the concept too.The smell is the gag factor. If you can block that, the actual taste isn't that foul. It's just like a not very nice sausage. Of course, ignoring the smell is far easier said than done.
Do you mean natto? Like eating boiled snot.The wet stinky tofu they do in Taiwan and the south here is like that, smells like boiling nappies but tastes great.
Your potato dish reminds me pinkmonkey of tartiflette that I once had in the alps. Potatoes, cheese and lardons. Heaven.
I didn't understand why the food portions were so massive everywhere in Chamonix - to my shame I thought it was because of the influx of Americans
And then I spent a very long day in the mountains.
No, it's tofu that's been fermented a bit or something so it has a really pungent flavour. Will have to look up how they make it. There's more than one sort, the stuff in Hubei they deep fry is more like smoked/dry tofu in texture.Do you mean natto? Like eating boiled snot.
Ooh!We have a Tartiflette thread here that I’ve been doing my best to keep afloat: Tartiflette. Nom!
Sliced down the middle & buttered= heaven!Cacio e pepe in Rome. Simple, yet effective.
On the subject of German food, one of the things I loved about Munich was the ubiquity of pretzels. As in the bread ones, not the crunchy little snacks.