>>13394800It's true, though. A dubfag's journey to having standards is kinda like this:
Imagine that from the time that you born, some dickwad shat on his plate and fed that to you, and this is the only food that you ever knew. Then, someone else comes in, shoves that dickwad's face in his shit and throws him off a cliff, and begins serving you actual food: Fish, meat, fruit, bread, dairy, etc. This is foreign to your palette that only know the taste of shit, so you don't really appreciate it at first. However, as your tastebuds become acclimated to the flavor of things that aren't shit, you realize how horrible the taste of feces really is. When that dickwad pulls himself back up the cliff and tries to feed you his shit again, you throw him back off the cliff yourself, far enough away that he can't catch himself this time.
However, the situation still isn't ideal. The cooks of your new food are drama queens, and you begin to notice as you get used to it that there are flaws. At this point, you hear about fine dining: drama free, and delicious. This doesn't come without a cost, though. You'll have to earn via long hours of work, gradually earning access to a taste, then a snack, then the whole meal.
Feces: Dubs
Passable yet flawed food with drama queen cooks: Subs
Fine dining: Original Japanese script
