This, IMO, is akin to asking the waiter what the special of the day is, and instead of “macaroni and cheese”, being informed the special is Amish egg noodles in a gruyere and Vermont cheddar sauce topped with crushed whole-wheat garlic croutons.
Or better still . . . I recall a one-panel cartoon once. Waiter smirking/gloating, taking the cover off a dish at a customer’s table: “It’s a fried telephone book! We gave it a fancy French name and you ordered it!”