Well right now at 9.30 am I've having a juice drink and lightly munching on a packet of crisps

Oh, when I was in India to cure a hangover I tried having curry. Not good for breakfast, at least for us British folk

P.S This doesn't feel like a Members and Guest "Lounge" we need some sofas and comfy chairs and maybe a TV and a maybe a bar.

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Pizza on a Sunday morning left over from the night before used to be a favourite of mine.

I also worked nights for 7 years so didn't think anything of having sausage,egg and chips washed down with a couple of cans of beer at 8.00 in the morning when i had got home.

I awoke a dawn one summer morning (1989 I suspect) in a tent in a random field somewhere on Corfu: heaven only knows where I was.... I'd just hopped over a fence at dusk and tried to find somewhere discrete where I'd not be noticed.

Anyway... I stuck my head out when I heard some odd noises: I doubt it was even 5.00 am... and what I found was a tramp wielding a large knife and a toothless grin... and it seemed he'd kinda been doing what I'd just done for years... just with scrap corrugated metal sheets as his "tent". Anyway.. he spoke no English and I spoke no Greek... but he was busy getting ready for his day, wandering around the field collecting assorted fruits into a bucket that he subsequently strapped to a donkey and took a few miles down the road to sell at the beach.

So... I ended up being beckoned over ad taken on a tour, during which I was offered slivers of fruit / vegetable / plant matter as "breakfast"... and no, I didn't recognise a single thing I ate and have no idea to this day what even the more distinguishable plants were!

Chicken Sausages whilst working in Singapore - never again, they reminded me of those calcified dog-poos you see lying in the gutter (although not so often these days!).

Also, during my teenage years, I often breakfasted on cold lasagne after a dinner party - often accompanied by flat diet coke, and a couple of Camel Lights.

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I'll have the Mouseburger please, with a side of Goldfish.

I think the worst experience for me was in Benalmadena a few years ago - most meals are buffet style, and not always labled.
I filled my plate with what I thought I knew, and spotted what I thought were 'Onion rings', battered rings like you can get in supermarkets, I thought the taste was very odd - then found out from a fellow Brit that I was eating Squid or Octipus (I can't remember).
But first both are animal flesh, and both are revolting.

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Ern

haha I can relate to that. After an absolute killer of a party to celebrate my 19th, I woke with a massive hangover and feasted on a leftover slice of pizza that somebody else may have had a nibble on and decided against it, followed by the last bit of alcohol I could find, and a couple of cigarettes.

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Hmmm...Pizza, fish fingers. Actually canned tomato soup once. Now im at uni, when i go home i like to make salmon and scrambled eggs with ketchup...yum!

And an itbox!

(Sorry...im new i haven't learnt to quotes part of replies yet)

Where I live they don't baulk at eating most living things ((horses,snails,frogs,etc) and indeed most parts of said things (cervela is a sausage made from brains and "fromage de tête" isn't a cheese, but the congeled pieces of animals heads in a jelly sauce) Indeed, sausages made from smoked tripe or even Oysters in a challote and vinegar sauce have been on my plate in the past due to translation difficulties.The worst is cheese pie flamiche au maroille, which is so bad that the oven stinks for three days after of the most disgusting cheese ever made.France has so many cheeses , ranging from the 'bland and tasteless' type to the 'Burning fires of hell I'm think I'm going to vomit blood what the **** was that even the flies have died' type.

Some of the names of the food we eat is strange too.Take "pets de nonne "(translated Nuns farts) . I bet no-one has ever eaten them for breakfast! However you probably know them as Doughnuts!

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and the most unusual breakfast I've had was Onion soup. In France when you get marrried, the morning of the day after everyone (yes, we had 80 guests in the room) piles into your bedroom and feeds you onion soup.(and yes, they don't care it's your wedding night/day and you get teased ) I remember finding out about this the hard way. My wife had warned me , so we choose a hotel far away from the mauraduders but I stupidly told the best man as I didn't want people to worry. I suppose it's a funny tradition. The soup is supposed to be the warmth of togetherness and the onions remind you to expect tears/dissapointments.

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