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I will happily share my worst meal ever because even though it happened in the mid 1990s it still haunts me to this day. A friend and me were visiting England (I know, ominous start) and we were going up to Oxford from London to visit a student friend later in the day. We were so new to Oxford and England that we didn't quite get how small and close everything was. So we got off the train at the Oxford station and proceeded to walk through the town into the next village thinking we were still in Oxford. My friend and I were both New Yorkers at the time so we were used to walking great distances while carrying stuff. We probably only walked five to eight miles or so, but when we started seeing grazing sheep we figured something was amiss. So we stopped into a pub and learned that we walked right through the town without seeing the University (in all fairness to us Oxford at the time wasn't exactly open to the public).

We were famished and this was a country pub so we thought well let's at least have lunch. The waitress was wonderfully friendly the menu looked good. I ordered the chicken parmesan and my friend got the pub favorite shepard's pie. And some hard ciders. What I got was something fried to the point of resembling dark shoe leather doused in cheese whiz. I am not exaggerating. My friend's shepard's pie was worse. We weren't going to even try this food. The cheeze whiz was glowing and just poking the chicken I learned it was brittle. We gulped down the ciders, paid the bill on the table (with generous tip of course -- our waitress not only didn't make fun of us for being tourist dweebs but drew us a map and explained how Oxford was set up). Then we RAN back to the pizza hut near the Oxford train station for lunch before we met our friend. (Mind you we were carrying our luggage backpacks.)

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claude r