Jack's food reminds me of tit sex, where the person giving thereof is tit at their task, but yet, they've foisted their best upon you with their "creative capabilities". You're left thinking "eugh, that was tit, but it was all of their own doing. And you're supposed to eat it up, so to speak (sorry for the ick). They know its tit, they know they need to improve, but there's a steady supply of unsuspecting newcommers who dont yet know the disappointment that awaits. So they never have to try too hard. Ugh, sorry about this, I truly am
Remember those men we had to endure in the 90s who'd been schooled by Loaded/Maxim lads mags to do things like 'lick the alphabet'. By the time you detected the C you'd be calling a cab.