What really grinds my gears tonight?
When you are in an ok-ish restaurant and you order steak. The waitress asks you "How would you like it done"? To which you reply "Medium-Rare" knowing that its going to come out nearer to burned to death. Low and behold out it comes, not a drop of blood on the plate. Why did she bother to ask? She knows were aren't in a decent restaurant, I know I'm not in a decent restaurant. Why keep up the pretence? Just tell me "Look the chef's a 19yo on work experience, he couldn't cook steak to save his life, I'd order something else if I were you". I'd be much happier.