This review of The Netflix cookery show “The Final Table” is pretty hilarious.

Weirder still, given the debate about the place of cultural appropriation in food, this is a show where everyone gets to needlessly deconstruct a beloved national dish. In episode one, the chefs try to reinvent the taco. In episode four they have a bash at rejuvenating feijoada. But in episode three, and this is perhaps where the kamikaze nature of the programme will hit home hardest for British viewers, they attempt to gussy up a full English breakfast.

Dear lord, the carnage that ensues. One chef buries a sausage under a mountain of truffle. Another plops bits of meat into a savoury custard. There are souffles. There are scotch eggs. There are tiny bowls and tweezers. At one point, someone says the words “bacon foam” out loud. If your local Wetherspoons tried to dish up any of the English breakfasts created on The Final Table, you would torch the place to the ground.