Unpopular Food Opinions Novels & Stories

Zoe tugged on my shirt and asked. "What's going on?" "It's nothing.It's just some unimportant people who wouldn't leave me alone." My voice was neither loud nor low,but just enough to be heard by everyone in the table. I watched at Phoebe stared at the food on the table and let out. "I don't like this food.It looks poor and unhealthy…" "Poor and unhealthy?Do you even know what good food looks like?"Alvin shot at her. "Mind your words,Alvin.It is perfectly okay if these food looks bad to her."Tristan shot at him.

He laughed and laughed till he almost choked on his supper. "It might not sound like a lot to you, but it was the last push I needed to reach the cupboard finally," I said. We spoke about anything and anything simultaneously, including the most bizarre topics I never thought he would discuss. I said, "Hot dogs have got to be the best food in the world," with pride. Derek shook his head, saying, "No, now I'm convinced you have no taste." "One of these days, I'm going to prove it to you," I concluded.

“I feel the same way. I can’t stand the stuff. Try the steak tartare. I love it.” Amy slipped a piece of raw, seasoned steak into her mouth and smiled. “Mmm. That’s good.” I was pleased she was having a good time. She continued to smile even when Megan, Hallie, and Becky joined us. Megan agreed with us about our dislike of caviar. “That stuff is gross. It’s fishing bait, not food. I think people eat it as a status symbol because it’s expensive.” Amy nodded her agreement. “I can’t get the bad taste out of my mouth.”

Plus, he has a ready-made audience in my coworkers. Most people misunderstand tech nerds. We’re pale, skinny, with next-to-no muscle tone—but we can put away junk food like nobody’s business. Chips, ramen, burgers, candy bars, greasy taquitos from 7-11 at three in the morning—we survive on garbage fuel during marathon coding sessions. Yet weirdly, we’re also food snobs. We don’t want anything obviously healthy—just tasty, bite-sized, easy to shove in our mouths without breaking concentration.

" I thought so too." We talked about many random things like the school food in the cafeteria. " It's truly gross." He complained. I nodded, yeah right, " Yet you eat it." I clapped, " With gusto." He slurped on a can of smoothie like he had never drunk one the other day. " I have to." He replied solemnly. " Why?" I queried. He wasn't obligated to. It was for people like us who didn't have a choice. " Because I don't want people to have a certain ill perception of me. They consider the rich as pompous. But if we can be real with each other, we both know their food is barely up to standard. Especially that burger!" He exclaimed and shuddered.

' he fired. Janet paused and looked at him, now getting angry too. 'There are three facts you should know. One, Fries are the most unhealthy food you can order alone as they bring little or no nurishement to one.' Luke clenched his fists. 'Two, you're acting like a deranged person by standing there and yelling because of a simple lunch. Three, I have no idea what you are saying as I got you what I saw you order,' she stated as she eyed him in anger.

"Figured out you're not a fan of French food or at least, not used to it yet so I made something to remind you of home" "Not that I hate it or anything, I just find yours a little too, what's the best way to put this, fancy" "What is it? You don't like fancy food?" "Well, it's usually too small. Big turn off. Besides, I've not had the opportunity to eat street food and trust me, I'd do anything to try it out." "I know a place we can get not-so-fancy breakfast" "I'm probably the most popular being on social media now and no amount of bodyguards would stop the amount of people out there. Thanks for the concern but as much as I'd like to, I'm okay with having your pancakes for breakfast"

Mia commented. Tegan cocked an eyebrow. "Ew, My dad eats that to aid his bowel movements, not because he enjoys eating it," she muttered, sounding repulsed by that. Sarah pretended to vomit. "Nope, I'm with the majority here. Rhubarb sucks." I didn't mind it, with being a veggie and all, but I was too spooked by what was going on with Sam to include myself in the debate. "Sam," I called out in a gentle voice.

"I have to adapt to the food you all eat too. Although there are a few things I don't really like, I have to like them." “Why’s that?” Jane asks while grabbing a piece of broccoli soaked in oyster sauce. It’s still warm and quite tasty. "Since the beginning, I've been handling those three. You know who I mean, right?" Jane nods immediately. "They don't want me eating a different menu. They say it's favoritism. If they're eating a healthy diet menu, why shouldn't I join? It should be fair for everyone to experience food they don't like. I... actually don't like broccoli. Giselle avoids carrots, Harvey always dodges spinach, and Ursula hates peas."

Luke sighs. “Why do you think I don't like people cooking for me?" I inquire. “Because you don't like my food." He replies in a duh tone. “I don't like your food because you are an awful cook, not because I hate it when people cook for me." He folds his hands on his chest and raises his brows at me. “I am not. I am good at everything, and cooking is not exempted. I don't know why you don't like it, maybe you are used to eating roadside food, and food this fancy is too good for your taste buds."