When dining out, I try not to be a difficult customer. If things aren't quite right I can live with it, and I try not to send the waiter/ress back to the kitchen for little things. If I do not like the experience, instead of giving someone a hard time, I vote with my feet and do not return.

However, I caused a little stir at a restaurant in Florida because of the salad dressing. I had ordered a salad with salmon and balsamic viniagrette dressing. When the food arrived, it looked great, except that the dressing was yellow, so I tried it, and it tasted like honey mustard. I asked the waitress to retrieve the balsamic viniagrette from the kitchen, and she told me that I was wrong and that the dressing was as listed on the menu. She returned to inform me that the chef agrees that I am wrong, and shows me their honey mustard, which is a lighter shade of yellow than the "balsamic viniagrette" dressing. I said, OK, then I do not want the "balsamic viniagrette-honey mustard-your chef smokes a giant crackpipe" dressing and asked for vinegar and oil. Fortunately, they did not bring me orange juice and worchestershire, but it would not have surprised me.

Now the running joke is to point at something and call it something else. Italian dressing is now called French, and apples are called oranges.