I do, but I have an excuse.
Your excuse being that you like ice cream?
Their server, obviously destined for better things, deadpanned, 'ma'am, you're in California, this is a bad place for people who don't like avocado.'
My wife orders food like that. I'm very much of the "I'll have it how it comes" school of restaurant dining. But that's partly because I hate choice - I eat out in restaurants so that other people can make these decisions for me.
I lived in the US for several years, so their pie conventions are familiar to me (still not sure about apple pie served with cheese though).
I had a girlfriend who never ordered anything as offered on the menu, she'd start with something on the menu, though this was a mere basecamp for the forthcoming off-piste ordering adventure, pointing it out to the server and then launching in a thorough deconstruction; taking it item by item, ingredient by ingredient, swapping each with other items on the menu, rearranging where they need to appear on the plate, until she'd created something entirely new (or a few cases she'd have inadvertently reconstructed the actual thing she was pointing at). I was, in my early days, quite amazed that the server didn't lose the smile and pull out a gun and advise her to pick an actual thing. But that's not how it works, it's the American way. She was equally amazed that I ordered from the menu as presented.
But you don't even like avocado, she'd say, and I'd shrug and say
well, it's in there and I don't want to make a fuss. When cultures collide.
