Or
You've made your fortnightly trip to your favourite restaurant with your mates and you are all having the same meal. But you've got fed up with yours long before anyone else so you throw a tantrum because none of your mates think the same as you. "Every time we come here we get served up the same old crap, the chef doesn't even know his best cooks. Why am I the only one who can see this?" Some of the others after hearing all the shouting, start to shout too and eventually the management take the meal back to placate the noisy customers. They then suggest you try another dish, it's called Naan Jalfrezi (or Nathan Jones in English) but although you don't have a clue about what it might taste like, you say "I don't like the look of that it must be ****e. I didn't want the last meal but I don't want this one either, it looks like they've thrown together a few ingredients no one has ever heard of just because they're cheap."
Although your mates say you won't know what it's like until you've tried it you're adamant. "We deserve better than this, I said we should never have come to The Luton Bengali Palace in the first place" and throw another tantrum.
That Luton Bengal Palace is a bit rank tbh. Don’t have the “lamb”.