There is nothing worse than excitedly waiting for a tasty meal filled with cheese, bacon, lettuce and all that good stuff, and when you get it, it tastes like a demon born out of hell with a vendetta to get you.
Your anticipation turns to anguish as you question wether or not you should continue eating it because you are hungry, or if you should just stop because it tastes so bad. That inner conflict makes you become less talkative, and your friends eating with you are enjoying their food and don’t even notice you questioning wether you should complain or if you should just deal with it. All because one chef decided ‘ah well, it’s good enough’
That’s depraved man.