Would it be bad form if I ordered, "A prawn Goebbels, a pickled Goering and two Colditz salads."
(Don't Mention the War!)
Years ago, my brother and I were on the road in Kansas and stopped at a diner. This big, as in obese, slovenly mamma with bruises and tattoos on her arms, hands out the menu as if she was dealing cards, and says, "Whaddaya you kids want?" Killed the appetite right then and there. From then on, when we ate out, we'd look at one another and ask "Whaddaya you kids . . .?" and go into spasms. Some people thought we were choking. Oh yeah, we ate little, ate it quickly, and literally "got outta Dodge" fast - and didn't tip that gal.