A few years back, I was dating an Italian woman (she was a uni lecturer here in the UK). One day, she saw me grating cheddar cheese onto a pizza and she went fucking mental
The thing is, if you don't complain about the food quality, daddy capitalism will make sure you'll eat the cheapest garbage possible.
And I think all the complaining is why food is so damn good in Italy. As a person from the North Europe, I can tell you that almost everything tastes so much better in Italy, and food is overall much higher quality.
That's why if you see a fat person in Italy, it's likely a tourist.
"This is not the cheese for pizza! Why? Why you do this?!" she kept saying over and over, I thought she was joking at first but genuinely distressed. Tbh she was a bit of a strange woman (and I say this as an objectively strange man). It didn't last longer than a few months!
Final straw was when she had been saying she missed home badly, so for her next visit I bought a dining table, assembled it myself, bought a bunch of Italian foods, some Italian wine, got it all setup with a nice tablecloth and spread when she got to mine, and she literally went "meh" when she sat down hahaha.