I live in England. The height of our "cuisine" is fish, chips, pasties and a battered Mars bars, and I think all of those things were created elsewhere.
Speaking of, the battered Mars bar is possibly the most heart-wrenching concoction that can be ordered nationwide without a funny look from the guy behind the counter. That or deep-fried sausages wrapped in bacon and cheese.
I have seen a recipe for cheese-and-bacon stuffed pizza burgers somewhere. I don't want to meet the man who can eat more than a slice of that.
Oh yeah, and lard, but that doesn't count.