Every company has its quirks. Ours just happens to be led by a man with a surprisingly selective relationship with some of Britain’s most iconic foods.
This isn’t about allergies. It’s not even about strong dislikes (well… mostly). It’s just one of those fascinating human mysteries: foods that, for one reason or another, have simply never made it onto Danny’s plate – despite him having had more than enough years to get around to them.
Let’s take a look.
(Apologies in advance for the awful AI photo edits, the Graphic design team did NOT contribute to this article)
A British staple. A breakfast essential. A controversial texture.
For him? They simply don’t appeal.
No traumatic childhood story. No one-time bad experience. Just a quiet, firm “nah.”
It’s less of a rejection and more of a complete lack of curiosity, which arguably, is even more impressive given how unavoidable baked beans are in UK food culture.
Now this one is particularly baffling.
Danny has had eggs. Plenty of them. Scrambled eggs? Absolutely. No problem there. But fried eggs? Not once.
What makes this even stranger is that Danny openly admits they look great, especially in sandwiches. That golden yolk, slightly crispy edges… objectively appealing.
And yet, somehow, the moment has never come. No dramatic refusal. No strong stance. Just… a lifelong near-miss.
Here’s where things get interesting.
If you break it down logically, a full English is just a collection of individual items, many of which Danny does eat. Sausages? Yes. Toast? Of course. Eggs (scrambled, at least)? Sure.
But when combined into one legendary plate, it becomes a different story.
By his own internal logic, if faced with the choice, Danny would always just pick a sausage over committing to the full spread. It’s almost as if the sum of the parts is somehow less appealing than the parts themselves.
This one technically has an asterisk.
Danny has had beetroot… but only as part of a smoothie.
Which raises the obvious question: does that even count?
The earthy, slightly tangy reality of beetroot in its natural form remains uncharted territory. Blended into a drink? Acceptable. Sitting confidently on a plate? Apparently not.
There’s no grand philosophy behind any of this.
No manifesto. No dietary doctrine.
Just a series of small, perfectly ordinary decisions that, over time, have resulted in a surprisingly long list of “never tried.”
We’ll be updating this article as we inevitably uncover more foods Danny has somehow managed to avoid over the years.