For example, today at brunch I ordered hard poached eggs and whole wheat toast, no butter. Of course the toast comes out, and it's generously slathered with butter. So picky Britt has to ask for new toast. This sort of stuff happens to me every single time I go out to eat. No lie, it's like I'm jinxed. Something is always off. Last week I asked for no mayo in my sushi, and obv there was a ton of mayo all up in it. I hate to be whiny and a snob about my food. It kills me every single time.
Meat, beef especially, I'm picky about. I like my steak as fat-less as possible, juicy (like a "juiced-up gorilla meat-head" - Jersey Shore), and "just been butchered" rare. As sashimi-style as possible. The only person who knows exactly how to cook my steak right is my boyfriend. I call him the "meat master", because he literally has a sixth sense about when the meat's ready.
I've worked in the food industry, and I know what the line cooks and people in the kitchen say about customers who have their food taken back, and it 'aint pretty. That's why I'm always super nice about it, because I am frightened someone's going to stick my new steak underneath their armpit or something. I remember at a restaurant I once worked out, people in the kitchen actually used to eat food from your plate before sending it out to be served!
Bottom line, though - if you ask for something a certain way, I think you should get it a certain way. I do feel bad when I have to send food back, but always make sure to tip appropriately. Readers: are you picky when it comes to restaurant food?
Are you picky about restaurant food?
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