Falklands 1984 on Phandet. Walked up into the hills to visit the army mates; they made us tea and gave us toasted teacakes. Where the teacakes came from is anyone's guess, but they were the best ever and we were truly touched by British Army hospitality.
My best Xmas dinner was also in the Falklands, at Stanley; great times....
Worst had to be a Coningsby OM dining-in night in the early 90s. We had just finished the prawn cocktail starter, which tasted a little weird and so the Memsahib and I barely touched it. Within 10 min folk were dashing for the loos, closely followed by us. Spent the weekend on Kaolin and morphine as the RAF's new secret weapon, the Chocolate Laser......