Wow. Just wow.
I understand your comments. My dad always ate his steak well done and I never thought anything of it other than I preferred mine med-rare to medium.
In the case of the girl I posted about, there were also difficult to describe subjectives concerning the way insistences were made that the burger be well done and interactions between her and the waiter concerning the steak. It was those subjectives that killed the crush rather than the doneness of the meat. I felt I might be witnessing the tip of an iceberg.