I didn't mind the liver and onions, it was the cheap steak that was the worst. My dad wanted steak, but he didn't want to pay for steak prices. So my mom would buy round steak, but cook the heck out it because of course, my dad would not eat medium rare, it had to be well, well done. It would not break down when you chewed it and you would spit out this mass of fibers that have lost all moisture and flavor. So well done steak is probably one of the grossest things that I can think of. I eat pretty much everything else, I am not picky.