I've written before about the joy that is waiting on Shrimp Guy and his son; and I didn't have to deal with them for several months, which was great! Then I had to wait on them on Tuesday, and discovered they've found yet another stupid thing to be nit-picky about.
To recap, this is what the usually order:
Shrimp Guy now always orders the southwestern salad. No sour cream, no southwestern ranch, no salsa; extra guacamole, extra pico de gallo, sub extra honey mustard. Maybe a side of plain unseasoned broccoli--after he tastes his son's to make sure it's okay, or something. Oh, and a Pepsi with light ice, but not until he gets his meal.
His son gets the mini burgers with a side of shredded lettuce (not leaf lettuce, shredded), three tomatoes, raw red onion, and mustard. His fries have to have no salt, pepper, or other seasoning, and be cooked fresh; his broccoli has to be plain. He gets an iced tea with no lemon and an extra glass of ice.
I was already pissed when they sat down; I had a three table section, they've major campers, and one of my other tables was sat with this freaking annoying couple who comes in to watch entire basketball games. Get a TV, folks. Anyway.
I took their drinks--Shrimp Guy can just fucking deal with having his soda before his meal--and went to get their order. To my surprise, the son didn't order broccoli. I thought maybe he'd forgotten, so I asked about it.
He promptly began complaining about how they've been eating here for two years and never knew the broccoli was microwaved, and that ruins the vitamins, so there's no point in eating it, and he just can't believe nobody ever told him before that our broccoli is microwaved, and it was such a waste.
I just sort of stared at him. I thought about pointing out that they're idiots--any cooking destroys nutrients, and flavonoids (which is what the much-referenced microwaved-broccoli study was about) are water-soluble, which means that any cooking involving water will damage them. It doesn't make them worthless. But whatever.
I thought we steamed things and just zapped them to warm them up, so I checked with the cook; when I explained why I was asking he offered to boil a couple of servings of broccoli for them instead. Same cook who freaked out at me for my modifications, actually!
So they got their non-microwaved broccoli, and I took sort of petty pleasure in knowing that more nutrients probably leached out into the water that way than by microwaving them.