Crinkle fries (not all fries--just crinkle fries, thanks to a badly-timed bout of a 24-hour stomach bug after a dinner of crinkle fries in college) and Chardonnay. The latter because of something I only refer to as "The Chardonnay Incident." (To be fair, it was probably the subsequent tequila that did it, but it was the Chardonnay I remember vomiting up.)