I'm going to cop flak for this— but I don't care.
I don't even care if I ruin this pub favourite. The truth is more important.
This has gnawed away at me ever since I sat eating a chicken parmi and realized my son's kid's meal, nuggets + chips + salad and sauce is just a miniaturized concept. Rather, the parmi is just the 'adultified' version of the nuggets. You can @ me if you want to argue about the nuances about additional mozzarella, the difference between the sauces or even the number of nuggets versus the size of parmi, but I won't respond. You and I both know now you are eating a kids meal and you need to grow up.
One thing remains constant, crumbed chicken, sauce, chips and salad.
You can't run from it, you are eating a kids meal dressed in an adult's name.
EDIT:
Denial
Anger <=== You are all here
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
No.
The rest makes sense but your conclusion is bad.