My mother, A”H, was raised in a frum household in Germany before the war and didn’t have the minhag of chulent, widely considered the sine qua non of Shabbos observance (in her town, at least, they served some other hot food on Shabbos). So, i never experienced “chulent” until I went to yeshiva in Israel after high school. When I finally did taste it, I thought I had gone to heaven; it was the best thing I had ever eaten (I still feel that way).
But, I’ve since learned that different families like different consistencies and ingredients than the way those Hungarian cooks prepared it and I am no longer as shocked when a benevolent host serves a variation (a deviation?) at Shabbos lunch (not as shocked, perhaps, but none too thrilled, either).
Fortunately, I’ve also absorbed some good manners over the years and try not to react negatively even to maichal ben drusaee. I probably won’t ask for seconds, though. 🙂