Macaroni and Cheese. Actually, to be honest, I once made an incredible meal that involved homemade mac and cheese, chili on top, and placed between two pieces of toasted sourdough bread to create the most delicious calorie filled sandwich I have ever tasted. That dish is probably my guiltiest-est pleasure.

I actually had to think about this one for a long time... and (2 hours later) I still don't have an answer. Maybe it's because I don't believe in feeling guilty about eating food. Let's leave it at that.

Probably the meal I grew up on: Roasted Chicken, Rice, and Mashed Potatoes drenched in gravy. Right now as I'm writing this I can taste the crispiness of the skin on the white chicken breast. Drool.

Easy! Steak, Mashed Potatoes and Jagerbombs. I'll have my steak medium rare and Jagerbombs ice cold thank you very much. Although in hindsight, I'd probably have to go for an edible satellite phone to call for help.

So back in my college days, I thought it would be fun to have an eating contest with my neighbors. We ordered several large pizzas and decided to see who could eat the most. Being the uber-competitive person that I am, I downed a large and a couple slices. Soon after, I passed out and awoke with what can only be described as the same hangover I get after drinking: headache, sensitivity to light, dehydration. Needless to say, I didn't eat pizza for the next couple months.

On St. Patrick's day I ate at a Mexican restuarant near USC called La Barca. They have this ridiculous burrito called the El Coloso Burrito, which is big enough to feed three moderately hungry people. On this occasion I didn't order one though. I had Chimichangas instead, which were still pretty filling. The kicker is that it were the free chips that made this meal especially difficult to finish. We had to have gone through at least eight baskets of chips before the main course. Oh, and I forgot to mention the half-dozen $3 happy hour margaritas to go with it. By the end of the night I was in physical pain. I went home and knocked out. That's about as much as I can really remember.

I was in Japan finishing a late night of exploring at around 3:00am when I stumbled into the only restaurant I could find that was open at that hour for a late night dinner (early morning breakfast?). Knowing limited Japanese, I pointed at something random on the menu, and awaited the dish. What came out looked like a giant pancake...and as a breakfast fan, I was really excited. I ate a huge bite...only to pull out of my mouth a huge octopus leg. First of all, it didn't taste like a pancake, it was much more savory. But something about the pancake-like texture mixed with the chunky and chewyness of the octopus was a big turn-off. I ate one more bite to confirm I just did not like it and lost my appetite. Octopus pancakes are just not for me, apparently.

There's a hot wing place where I grew up in Virginia called the Buffalo Wing Factory. They have a reputation for their hottest hot wings which are appropriately named Flatliners. You had to sign a waiver before eating them acknowledging the associated risk of eating something so ridiculously flaming hot. A couple friends and I decided to try them out and it was pretty much like eating mace-covered chicken wings. It was as if a bee came along, stung your tongue, and then spontaneously combusted setting your face on fire. One friend somehow got some sauce in his eye, and another did actually end up going to the ER for treatment. We suffered the ill-effects of super spiciness for quite some time amounting to several days, a majority of which was spent in the bathroom. Ahh.. to be young again.

It's probably weird to most, but it's not that uncommon of a Filipino dish. Dinuguan, also known as pork blood stew, is a blackish dish made of simmered blood and meat mixed with vinegar, garlic, and chilis. It's actually quite tasty, and I used to eat it a lot as a kid, when I used to call it 'chocolate meat'. Delish!

I actually wouldn't say I've eaten a lot of weird things in my life so I'm going to leave this question open. With Six Taste, I'm really hoping to expand my horizons in terms of eating experiences. I expect that the weirdests foods are yet to come, and until I can say I've really eaten some weird things, my life remains incomplete.

This is a hard one...there are so many great places in Los Angeles, but I would say my current favorite place to eat is a breakfast place on Melrose called Blu Jam Cafe. I've come to the place a handful of time and order something different almost everytime and have never been disappointed. The patrons are diverse from every part of Los Angeles, the service is warm and friendly, but most importantly, the food is outstanding.

Zencu in Little Toyko, Los Angeles. Things I order alternate between are the BBQ Beef w/ rice and sushi rolls. My favorites are the Geisha Roll (baby lobster) and Tempura California Roll. They of course also have a fairly comprehensive alcohol menu, which if you haven't noticed already is always a plus in my book. Like Jeff, I too am a fan of breakfast food, but don't have a really have a favorite place in mind.

Again, in my experimental college cooking phase, I attempted at making some sort of a rice mixer. I cooked some steamed rice, mixed in way too much chicken broth, and gravy, topped with garlic salt. I have no idea why I thought this would be good...while the flavors are all those that I like individually, mixing it all up into some paste tasted quite disgusting. It was thick, salty, and disgusting. I actually ended up eating half of it (I hate putting food to waste) before I poured it down the drain.

I do not pride myself in my cooking ability. The only things I know how to cook are eggs and bacon, and even then there's still no guarantee anything will turn out edible. I was involved a cooking experiment with my friend where we were trying to make some kind of rice and chicken stew, which he claims "his mom makes." Ingredients are rice, chicken, water, and cream-of-something (I don't recall what). We ended up over-cooking the rice and undercooking the chicken and it ended up tasting pretty bad. Think of something that tastes bad and then imagine it burnt. That's what it tasted like. We tried to salvage as much as possible but ended up throwing most of it out. For the record I officially blame everything on my friend because it was his idea. Yeah, it's like that.