Food & Drink Can you judge a person based on their ordering habits at a restaurant?

[GearSolidMetal]

The steak arrives, and it looks like it had a little too much fun on the grill. But she sends it back, saying it wasn’t cooked enough. I’m like, “Did you just order a steak that could double as a hockey puck?” She keeps sending it back two more times! I’m starting to wonder if she had a secret bet with the kitchen staff to see how many times she could get a steak that could be used as a frisbee. By the end of the night, I’m just hoping she doesn’t start asking for a steak that could be used as a trampoline! I shit you not the meat looked like this:

Holy shit.... I'm going to suppose she was pretty attractive so it wasn't common for restraunt etiquette to be explained to her by men who want to fuck her.

Also, steak is damn good no matter now its cooked, although well-done is usually the least desirable. For her to send it back multiple times to the point it's practically burnt? Wow.

Restraunt chefs typically know what they're doing.

 

[mozfonky]

So, I take a girl I met through an acquaintance out on a date. I thought, “Morton’s, this is going to be classy!” She orders an old fashioned, and I’m like, “Wow, she knows her drinks! Maybe she’s secretly a bartender and just wanted to see if I could keep up.” But then, it comes time to order the main course, and she goes for a steak well done. I’m thinking, “Okay, maybe she’s just really into sunbathing her food.”

The steak arrives, and it looks like it had a little too much fun on the grill. But she sends it back, saying it wasn’t cooked enough. I’m like, “Did you just order a steak that could double as a hockey puck?” She keeps sending it back two more times! I’m starting to wonder if she had a secret bet with the kitchen staff to see how many times she could get a steak that could be used as a frisbee. By the end of the night, I’m just hoping she doesn’t start asking for a steak that could be used as a trampoline! I shit you not the meat looked like this:

And if this wasn’t bad enough, she ate this with those individual mustard and mayonnaise packets that she brought in, like she was auditioning for a role in a condiment commercial. “Now, watch closely as I perform the delicate art of packet fusion!” she declared, squeezing them together with the precision of a surgeon. Meanwhile, I’m sitting there so embarrassed!

i dunno, I remember i was working in the deli dept at safeway, we had this black guy come and order "thick lunchmeat" and I had to keep getting it wrong until i chopped off a piece that was over 1/4 inch think, he shook his head up and down and said, "yeah, hell yeah, that's what I like" as soon as I cut him what he wanted, I turned to my co-worker and imitated him, "ya, ya, that's what I want..., you crazy fuck!" and we both burst out laughing. People are fucking weird.

As far as her knowing her drinks, that's a red flag, hardcore addicts have a fetsh with their drug, whatever it is and fuss over it like it's their baby. and some people think that you can tell a lot by how a person treats a waiter. I don't know if that last one is true because my mentor used to treat waitstaff like shit and he was about the kindest person you'd meet under any other circumstance, like i say, people are fucking weird.