Recently while waiting for our dinner table at Morton's steakhouse we observed a gentlemen dining at the bar.
He ordered a 2lb T-bone steak very rare with a double vodka martini straight up. No bread, no salad, no vegetables. (I am certain he knew exactly what he wanted for dinner long before entering Morton's.)
It reminded me of Mr. Creosote in Monty Python's The Meaning of Life.
Have any of you Chowhounds observed--or dined with--people who order their meals on the edge of sanity?
(Not that their is anything wrong with that....)