OK, Britain, we'll give it to you, you've really perfected the Sunday roast, and the Yorkshire pudding to a tee.
But quick question... Why can't y'all just enjoy a pie without drowning it in weird sauce reminiscent of a post-salad vomit?
And why would you deface a beautiful chicken schnitty with béchamel sauce AND cheese?!
Also, why do you Brits love shoving curry on top of chips – are hot chips not enough for you?
Like, even when your food is normal, the names are just unnecessarily weird.
Hello, you have a pie called stargazy simply because it includes fish, that for some reason, face up to the sky and stars.
Plus, you all do know what haggis is made of, right?
Or, even worse, you are aware that black pudding is made of blood?
Like, are all y'all really OK?
Look, if you need your neighbours down in Oz to send you some good food, just let us know.
