Turning Dining Back into Eating

"Where's my food?"
"It'll be with you in a minute, sir."
Sir was said with such disdain it was clearly meant as an insult.
The waiter disappeared and the man resumed his game of sitting and wondering if he'd ever get to eat.
He stared out of the window at happy people who'd probably already eaten walking up the high street.
The food finally arrived and he had little recollection of what he'd ordered - so much time had elapsed since ordering that an ice age could have been and gone.
"There you go, sir."
He looked at the plate, which contained something resembling the cremains of a piece of beef.
"I asked for it rare," he said.
"I'm so sorry."
The waiter, who clearly wasn't the least bit sorry, whipped the plate away.
Minutes later he returned and slammed the plate back in front of the man.
"Nothing he can do."
"What?"
"The chef. He can't do anything."
"But it's overcooked."
"That's the problem. He can't uncook it."
"Then he can cook a new piece."
The waiter threw his head back as he laughed with great force.
"This is ridiculous. I demand to speak to the manager."
"Very well, sir."
The waiter disappeared and returned a mere fifteen minutes later with a red-faced man in a suit.
"Are you the man who complained about the steak?"
"Yes, I am."
"Get out, we don't want the likes of you in here."