We went to Bonefisf Grille for lunch today. The couplat the table next to both ordered steak, medium well for her, extra well for him. Extra well!?!?!?!? My husband and I exchanged a wide eyed look of horror at that.
I always try to apply “when in Rome do as the Romans do” to restaurants, and stick with ordering their specialties. This couple not only violated that, but specified that their food be prepared in a manner that would make it worse. I’d imagine their steaks weren’t very good, but they probably didn’t know any better. That’s what steak sauce was made for, I guess.