The case of the toilet vegetable and the manure meal
The majority of our time in Burma was spent waiting in anticipation to develop cholera and trying not to starve: the food was universally disgusting and inedible. We frequented numerous types of eateries so as not to be biased: restaurants, street-side stands, bus station canteens, yet we were still unable to find a single edible meal. There were 2 contenders for the worst meal. Out of desperation we once at at a bus station - reluctantly selecting our meals from a sorry looking selection of dishes that appeared to have been sitting there since the beginning of time. My dish of unidentifiable vegetable had the pungent yet unmistakable taste of manure, whilst J struggled with some unidentifiable 'meat'. The second contender was our mini-banquet at a relatively up-market (for Burma anyway...) restaurant. We carefully chose the least offensive looking dishes, yet to our dismay we were brought a whole selection of additional plates (which under normal circumstance we would relish...). The most notable was a platter of raw chopped vegetables, in the absence of any accompanying garnish or sauce - mostly identifiable except for one that we named the 'toilet vegetable' due to its taste that could only be likened to the smell of latrines. Accompanying this was a side dish resembling raw sewage which tasted of nothing less than that.
Surprisingly we managed to survive Burma without contracting cholera (or any other gastro-intestinal infection for that matter). Our first port of call at KL airport, I'm sorry to say, was the golden arches of civilisation (McDonalds)...