We all like noodles (unless they come in a tub and the word "noodle" is preceded by the word "pot" and suffixed by the phrase "Bombay Bad Boy", and features an ingredient list that reads "fear, loathing and the restless souls of the dead") because they are tasty gorgeous.
But wait a moment, turn the packet on the side and...
WHAT? They're called WHAT?
Noodles are off.
Somebody put the kettle on and get me a Bombay Bad Boy. At least I know what's in them.