Once upon a time, A FATHER, his adult son and daughter and their spouses all went out to dinner at a restaurant near where the son lives. The son has been to this low key place a number of times.
The adult son and his wife ordered- Caesar Salad with steak, exactly as it appears on the menu for the wife and Gnocchi Sorrentino exactly how it appears on the menu for the adult son.
The sister had many special requests as to how she wanted her and her families food prepared. One Caesar salad no croutons, one with no cheese, one with no dressing. Then the actual meal- can you swap capellini for penne, how about spinach instead of zucchini…blah blah blah…and the waiter said to every request past the salad- “I can ask the chef, but I can’t guarantee anything.”
My the time the waiter got to the FATHER, you could tell the waiter was frazzled. THe FATHER asked for sautéed broccoli. The restaurant doesn’t do broccoli- they do broccoli rabe…When the waiter said this to the FATHER, the FATHER said to his adult son:
You know the people here. Go put some pressure on them to do things the way we want.
This completely and totally made the son uncomfortable. While the son is no pushover, the son doesn’t like to make waves with people who are preparing his food. He also doesn’t really “know” the people here. They are friendly, but it’s not like they’re best friends. The son is perfectly happy ordering things as they appear on the menu and doesn’t ever want to be put in the position where he “should talk to someone”. The son just wants to go to a local place and eat the delicious bread they put on the table and a nice plate of gnocchi Sorrentino, and a carafe of the house red.
Luckily, the chef was able to accommodate all the requests, but the son was so embarrassed he doesn’t know how often he will go to the restaurant again.