Blood pudding in England, makes me shudder to think of it. And whitebait in N.Z. Yuck.
As for McDonald's - they have pretty good orange cranberry muffins and their coffee is better than Tim Hortons.

Blood pudding in England, makes me shudder to think of it. And whitebait in N.Z. Yuck.
As for McDonald's - they have pretty good orange cranberry muffins and their coffee is better than Tim Hortons.

Burmese food was generally a let down, so much so I eventually turned to Indian and Chinese restaurants.
This has probably changed, I get some raving reports nowadays.

#22.Burmese food can be good especially when they reduce the amount of oil used in the dishes.
Chinese 'food' in the Kingdom of Tonga-absolutely revolting shit.
I could say the same about Chinese I had in NZ. Still, the same part of the world.
The Chinese top the population chart it is no surprise Chinese restaurants take the cake on the number of worst food mentioned. You just need to know which to pick or where, what to order and when to go to not have that bad experience.
"You just need to know which to pick or where, what to order and when to go to not have that bad experience."
Not at all true.
In fact the plethora of gawdawful excuses for Chinese food planet wide can be traced back to the Chinese work ethic-they will try their hand at almost anything.
Thus a Chinese in Tonga or Poland or Costa Rica sees a need for a restaurant and so starts one- with absolutely no idea how to cook properly.
That is why if I go to Tonga or CR I will not likely eat Chinese food. That is the which one to pick part. One of the reasons there are so many bad Chinese restaurants is, "if you don't have a partucular skill to make a decent living, you can always open a restaurant".
You are painting with a wide brush on the Chinese work ethic.
"You are painting with a wide brush on the Chinese work ethic."
My hometown is over 40% Chinese.
"My hometown is over 40% Chinese"
Where I was born and raised the percentage is 100%. I am one.
I was Kuala Lumpur on busness. I had breakfast in the hotel restaurant each morning. They offered breakfast styles as European, American, Chinese, and Malaysian. I really liked the Chinese version. One morning the waiter suggested I try the Malaysian, so I did. I managed to get down two or three bites before I sent it back. I was seated near the kitchen where I could hear the peals of laughter when the waiter returned my breakfast.