Of course, nothing on our menu was acceptable to her as-is. She had to get a ton of substitutions and additions.
Even her side salad of mixed greens had to be, not kidding, “unmixed.” She wanted each lettuce, but separately, on the plate. Her server explained that the greens came pre-mixed but she just stared blankly past him and went, “So, separate it?” As though it were the most obvious thing ever.
The kitchen actually accommodated all of her requests because it was a really slow day and there were easy enough solutions to each thing, but she still sent at least one of her plates back.
In the twenty or so minutes it took for her food to come out she asked us how much longer it would take four times.
She demanded we change the music we had on to a playlist of hers instead, she made comments about the lighting, by the time she was finished eating we were seconds away from throwing her out.