When I hear someone compliment a dessert for being "not too sweet", my standard reply is "Also: it doesn't have any broken glass in it!"
100% of the time it's regarded as non sequitur.
No one praises bread for being unburnt, or soup for being not-undersalted, or ice cream for being unmelted. In no other instance is a non-mistake something to celebrate.
But it's not really a compliment. The person is editorializing. They want it known that they don't like sweet things, and while they might have acknowledged dessert was never for them, they've pressed ahead all this time, expecting their minority taste to be catered to, and finally—finally!—it's been done the right way. They are offering a withering critique to the world at large, disguised as faint praise for some random something.
This is so normal that it hardly parses as batshit crazy. Entitlement itself has become an entitlement.
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