Eat the rice, potatoes and polenta like there is no tomorrow.
I'm English - it's genetically impossible for me not to ask "what's the hottest curry you've got?" when an Indian waiter asks me what I'd like for dinner.
Dogs bark, cats miaow and English men order curries they can't eat - then eat them - using copious quantities of Kingfisher to cool the lips.
I'll most likely call the waiter "Gupta" or "Ghandi" and possibly attempt to run out without paying the bill. Although my friends aren't English, so they'll stay behind & cover me on that score.
You can't turn around millions of years of evolution in one night.