When I was at a seaside restaurant, a waiter took three dead fish on a plate to some people at one of his tables – I guess so they could choose which one they wanted.
At first I thought “Ugh!” But then I thought, well, people choose which lobster they want from a bunch swimming around in a tank.
So okay, let’s at least be consistent then. Next time someone orders weiner schnitzel, let’s bring out all the little baby calves to frolic around the table.
‘Course if they’re gonna be weiner schnitzel, they’ve been kept too weak to frolic…
