Cheese… Physically makes me sick… ANY of it… To the point where I consider myself to be allergic to it, because it isn’t a voluntary “dislike” of it, it physically repulses me to the point of being ill…
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This of course, ironically, is MUCH more of a problem liking Italian foods in general in the UK (where everyone assumes that all Italian foods are completely immersed in the Devil’s knob rot) than it is in local restaurants in Italy, where Cheese is considered to be an ingredient choice (even on a Pizza much to the chagrin of many of my friends!) rather than compulsory…
I’m with you here. I tell people I’m allergic, I’m probably not but every time I’ve tried it I’ve either thrown it straight back up again or wound up with a blinding headache. But if you think the UK is bad, avoid the US. Given the choice between guns and cheese they’d probably pick the cheese, it’s snuck into everything and their food labelling is somewhat wanting compared with ours.
I was in a branch of an Italian-American restaurant chain one time (Fazoli’s, I’m quite the fan). It’s a bit like Subway in that you choose the elements on like a production line. I asked for “penne with tomato sauce, no cheese.”(*) I walk down the line, pasta goes on the plate, sauce gets added, then they proceed to pick up this big flour duster affair and liberally douse it in parmesan. I said “uh, I asked for no cheese?” and got told “it’s not cheese, it’s ‘shake.'”
(* – “Tomato. Tomato. Tom- oh ok, whatever, toe-MAY-doh.” This actually happened.)
