Oysters, don't appeal, slithery, slimy and still alive, never tried them they don't appeal and if you get a bad one it doesn't bear thinking about, it could be halfway down one's gullet before that became apparent
my mother told me my grandparents ate them quite often on days out to Whitstable, but that was before they were considered posh I believe.
Don't like offal, and if black pudding is offered as an accompaniment for the English breakfast when we've been staying in hotels, I decline, most people seem to.
My husband doesn't like roast pork, so we rarely have that, I quite like it, although it has to be seasoned with the right herbs and spices and have crackling, otherwise it tastes like pork
which may sound bizarre but I know what I mean, slightly sickly in other words.
I've gone off eggs in a big way, I always ate them once, now they make me feel a bit queasy unless I do a frittata and chuck a lot of other things in or scrambled with smoked salmon or chives so they don't taste like eggs 