Okay. This post, even by my standards, is going to be a little bit… strange. Don’t say you weren’t warned.
Please indulge the following thought-experiment:
Suppose, just suppose, that you and your date have snagged a prime two-top at the city’s buzzy-est new eatery. The lights are dim, the servers tony, and Chef Jeff’s challenging postmodernist cuisine has delighted the local press. The Michelin committee has already dispatched secret emissaries to grapple with the menu.
Your server arrives and makes… a highly unusual request.