Can't really say as it all depends on the mood....
Seafood, all of it, i'd run through walls to eat it.
Roast dinners, our own, on a cold winter Sunday.
Curry's, them and Doctors are the best thing about immigration, love 'em!
A big 'ol steak, rare, just take its horns off, wipe it's arse and show it the pan....!
The good 'ol sarnie (or butty, if around these parts), make it as funky as ya want it, make it alone, just for you and make it with love.
And when i've worked like a b*****d, me Ma's egg an chips, runny eggs and big, fat, dark home made chips, with half a loaf