Well, it wasn't really a food.
Picture this. School Drama camp, a bunch of wankish thespians and a bunch of fellow lads that hate the wankers. Pretty much we were the 'film' crew and we stayed as far away from the 'stage' crew as we could. Except the bloody bastards raided us the first night and shaved off my mate's eyebrows. So, of course we had to get him back. We grabbed a bucked, filled it half with lime cordial, after shave, orange juice, spit, insect repellant, shaving cream, a bit of JB for good measure (that's Jim Beam, not Jail Bait) assorted other crap we found in our bags and a good dose of urine. Then, we found the we dodger who'd shaved off our mate's eyebrow, snuck up on him while he was asleep and poured it into his mouth.

Oh, wait? Most hated food? Tripe. I thought it was pasta. Threw up all over the dinner table. Parents never served it again.
(Nolanistic, Mon 12 Jul 2004, 14:51, Reply)