Don't be a shrimp. Ok, be one, but......

[Mermaid]

Shrimp guts.

Yea so? So are pig intestines and liver, which I both hate. But the thing with shrimp is that the vein is so damned tiny, once it is fully cooked, I don't see how anyone could taste it. I think the deviening is more a mental thing than anything else.

But pig intestines aren't generally filled with shit once you use them for food, they're cleaned out. The shrimp gut is full of shrimp shit. I always take it out because I'd rather not eat shit of any species. It's easy enough.

[Brian37]

Sure...

Or mustard if ya like..

I’m fairly sure that both The Geneva Conventions and The Statement Of The Rights Of Man prohibit mayo on rye.

Boru

Food is always merely what one likes in the end. But this is one clip I find funny, but looking back at it now, want the slap the shit out of Dirty Harry. I love Ketchup on a hotdog.

For the youngens who may not have seen the movie. The real comedy in this clip, isn't the difference in food taste, but in the fact the clip involves murder detectives showing up to view a dead body, and the guy is eating a hotdog. THAT is what makes it funny. How many people could eat anything while viewing a dead body at a murder scene?

[Gawdzilla Sama]

How about mayo?

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

How about mayo?  

Ground glass and rusty fishhooks would be more appetizing.

Boru

[Brian37]

How about mayo?  

MAYO..... MAYO..... SANDWICH COME AND THEY WANT MAYO....

Some people like mayo, I don't. But if I owned a hotdog joint, and you wanted mayo or ketchup or mustard on it, damned sure would sell it to you.

[Gawdzilla Sama]

Quoting Hawkeye's daughter: Who puts mayo on hot dogs?

[Brian37]

I know I mentioned this long ago on this website about food tastes.

But once years ago, my mother and I went to a tiny upscale Italian Bistro in a strip mall. The menu had lots of fancy words in it, which now, looking back at it, makes me appreciate my Redneck friend from Oklahoma who says "taters" instead of "potatos". 

I couldn't recognize lots of cooking lingo on the menu but zoomed in on "steak". Loving steak I thought that a safe bet. But it was a dish with basically spaghetti and mushrooms and gravy on top of the steak. The owner took our order. But he treated me like I murdered his family when I asked for no mushrooms. I hate mushrooms. But it gets worse, he was willing to take a time machine and murder my biological family for asking for Heinz 57 steak sauce. And all I could think at that point was, "HEY ASSHOLE, I am paying for it, you are not eating it"........ He didn't have to look at me like I murdered his family. He could have been polite and say, "Sorry but we don't have that here" and smile. But the fucker looked at me like I was Kim Jong Un.

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When any restaurant of any type says, "we don't do that here" if it is about genre, that is one thing, but when a food joint goes beyond that and says "We don't do that here" and you are a piece of shit and deserve death for not agreeing with me, those are the assholes I hate.

[onlinebiker]

Quoting Hawkeye's daughter: Who puts mayo on hot dogs?

Ketchup mustard and mayo - bun grilled in butter.

Yum

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

I know I mentioned this long ago on this website about food tastes.

But once years ago, my mother and I went to a tiny upscale Italian Bistro in a strip mall. The menu had lots of fancy words in it, which now, looking back at it, makes me appreciate my Redneck friend from Oklahoma who says "taters" instead of "potatos". 

I couldn't recognize lots of cooking lingo on the menu but zoomed in on "steak". Loving steak I thought that a safe bet. But it was a dish with basically spaghetti and mushrooms and gravy on top of the steak. The owner took our order. But he treated me like I murdered his family when I asked for no mushrooms. I hate mushrooms. But it gets worse, he was willing to take a time machine and murder my biological family for asking for Heinz 57 steak sauce. And all I could think at that point was, "HEY ASSHOLE, I am paying for it, you are not eating it"........ He didn't have to look at me like I murdered his family. He could have been polite and say, "Sorry but we don't have that here" and smile. But the fucker looked at me like I was Kim Jong Un.

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When any restaurant of any type says, "we don't do that here" if it is about genre, that is one thing, but when a food joint goes beyond that and says "We don't do that here" and you are a piece of shit and deserve death for not agreeing with me, those are the assholes I hate.

You committed a pretty serious faux pas. Asking for steak sauce in a properly posh restaurant is generally seen as an insult to the chef (and by extension, the entire establishment) - you’re implying that their food needs your help. You’re also judging the food before you’ve tried it.

You certainly have the right to put whatever you like on your steak (or any other food), but a properly cooked and seasoned steak should be judged on its own merits.

Boru

[Gawdzilla Sama]

Quoting Hawkeye's daughter: Who puts mayo on hot dogs?

Ketchup mustard and mayo - bun grilled in butter.

Yum

Okay, that's one.