Mike and I came across a philippino restaurant and decided to try it. It was cafeteria style. Which is fine if you already know what the stuff is. We didn't and it wasn't written in english. The lady behind the counter didn't speak english either.
Mike was grossed out by this metal tin filled with fried something or other. It looked like plump deformed child hands.
When he asked the lady what it was, she didn't know how to translate it to english; all we got out of it was that it came from a pig and she gestured towards her lower throat.
Mike kept saying, "Yes, but what part of the pig?!"
Finally she took one out, put it on the chopping block and cut it in half. It had some green slimy gel run out of it and the fleshy part was grey in color. She offered it to him, but he wouldn't take it. She got kinda pissy that he wouldn't try it so I took the piece and told Mike it was rude to decline someones cooking after they offered it to you.
I put it in my mouth and chewed.
It was the single most vile thing I have put in my mouth.
The oil it had been fried in was really old as well and that added to the nasty, nastiness of it all.
I couldn't get it to go down, it kept getting stuck in my throat and coming back up. Finally I forced it down with my tongue and held my breath tightly to try and stop it from squirming back up.
Then this bubbly knot in my stomach forced its way up behind the still unidentified pig popper, and forced it to violently project itself on the glass between the other food delights and me.
They lady got mad and screamed at us. She was waving her metal tongs around. A man came from the kitchen and she was shouting something at him. Then he came around the counter
and he started shouting "Go! Go! Go! Go!"
we promptly left, and I didn't eat for a day after that.
Yes, with all honesty, I can say that that was the most disgusting food I have eaten. I'm lucky I didn't get the honor of digesting it as well.
