Romans & histoires Unpopular Food Opinions

"Why do they even bother with 'small,' 'medium,' and 'large'? It's clearly a joke. They should have 'snack,' 'meal,' and 'feast' sizes because, honestly, no one can resist the allure of a good fry. It's a universal truth, you know that, I know that, unless you're some sort of Alien. Oh and then there's the eternal debate, ketchup or no ketchup? I mean, who needs that judgment in their life? Let people enjoy their fries in peace!" "Didn't think potatoes could inspire such passion." He said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "We should protest, you and I both know fries are discriminated, it doesn't have a voice, let's stand for it," I sighed. Dante chuckled softly as he smoothly pulled

I nod, mentally filing away this new piece of information about him. "And what about dislikes?" He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm not a big fan of liars, and I don't like the taste of seafood." He states, raising up his hand. "I know, I know, it's practically sacrilegious, but I just can't stand the taste." I laugh, shaking my head in amusement. "Well, lucky for you, I'm not a big fan of seafood or liars either." He grins. "Looks like we have something in common then."

he trailed off as Clayton arrived back at the table. "Did I miss anything?" he asked, noticing the serious expressions adorning Matt and Camden's faces. "Help us settle an argument. In addition to enjoying pineapple on pizza, Camden, the heathen that she is, also seems to think that those 'dessert pizzas' are totally acceptable, and not an abomination of modern society. I disagree. What are your thoughts?" he asked, coming up with the lie on the spot. "Well, I mean, I'm not surprised. I think Camden likes chocolate more than she likes me, so I get why she might think that a chocolate pizza is the pinnacle of fine dining. But I'm on your side here, Matt. Pizza is not a dessert," he stated wit

She shrieked and I had to close my ears because I felt like she was going to explode my ears. “If a healthy kind of food means having fries and pancakes together, I’d recommend them for you, or maybe Roasted chickpeas and nutritious banana muffins, that's also a recommendation.” Gabriel vocalised and June scrunched her face up in disgust and glanced towards my direction making me shrug my shoulder. “Eeeeeeeeww, she ate all that??? What kind of weird food combinations are those???” She murmured and looked at me weirdly. “Don't look at me that way, you haven't eaten pancakes and fries together? If you ask me, I’d say it's a very good recommendation.” I muttered and looked away.

"What was that? Is that true? I ordered the same things in the past?" "Yes, you did," Ava answered. "And you eat poutine – you like it?" Gale asked confusedly. "Yes. Is there something wrong with liking poutine? You ordered it yourself. Why can't i?" Ava asked, perplexed. "I didn't mean anything by that. I love poutine. I just didn't expect you to like it as well. Well – the women I know, they hate it." "I assume Meryl hates it too?" Ava asked again - her tone was sad this time.

"I like solid breakfasts. No oatmeals, no green stuff, no avocado, and no beans. Any vegetable other than fries and ketchup is a no-no..." Jeremy went on with the list of his dislikes and Jacques looked at him. What a fuzzy child! "But fries and ketchup are not vegetables..? Beans are healthy and..." Jacques was confused. "Beans are the dingleberries of the devil. You can eat dingleberries all you want," his face twisted with disgust and Jacques's face twitched. Dingleberries? Seriously? Is he a child? "And fries are potatoes and ketchup is tomatoes. So they are vegetables," he added and got her plate as she finished eating.

Sarah had gone through a phase of making it in the kitchenette at the office and judging from her enthusiastic facial expressions, it was something that was delicious. “I looked up trendy foods and a lot of them are based around diets that you don’t follow,” Henry griped. “There’s this Dalgona coffee thing as well, but you don’t like coffee.” Flynn grinned. He guessed that Henry had searched through a lot of trendy rubbish from social media apps and viral videos and hadn’t enjoyed watching the videos in the slightest. He took another glance at the preparations. “The famous fluffy souffle omelette?” he guessed. “That’s right,” Henry confirmed. “I refuse to make cloud bread even if it’s for yo

“Yes, boss, I saw them just now; they were eating hamburgers. It's funny that they say it's junk food; if the bread is a cereal, the meat is a protein, the vegetables are regulators, and the cheese is a builder, it's a balanced diet; the food pyramid is a ball.” “Good point, Leonel; maybe they will say it because of the sauces or the fact that they are accompanied by carbonated beverages. I don't know; looking at it from that point of view, no food is; neither are the potato packets nor the Cheetos that are ground corn.” “Mrs. Ximena, the extruded corn is a product that has a bad reputation; some people have spread the rumor that they are made of plastic because if you put a match near them,

Unexpectedly it leads to a simple dispute over an eggplant triggering a series of events that will test the strength of their relationship. Nicolas, being a successful businessman, was always a picky eater. He particularly dislikes one type of vegetable, the eggplant. It’s slimy texture and strange taste made him feel nauseous, and he would avoid it at all costs. Dianne, on the other hand, loved eggplant and thought of it as a vegetable that wasn't bad.

I shoot back, pushing off the frame and walking closer to the marble island. "I would kill a man for a Full English right now. Crispy bacon, grilled tomatoes, eggs, sausage, fried bread. Just leave the baked beans off the plate. I absolutely deplore baked beans. They’re a culinary crime we Brits refuse to stop committing. Do you know that many heathens put them on toast and call that a meal?" I realize I may be giving him ideas. “Don’t feed me that for dinner, or I’ll drown myself in the bathtub.”