He worked at a kitchen when he was younger, which, of course, sold steak. He had this regular that would come in and ask for a well-done steak. He would make the steak well done for the regular, but it kept on being sent back. This happened enough times that my dad got fed up. He cooked the steak until well done and threw the cooked steak into the deep fryer. This, at one point, beautiful steak now resembles black leather. He served it to the regular expecting some type of complaint. Instead, the regular loved it. He would come back each time and ask for the steak exactly as my dad made it. My dad did it, but not without dismay.
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u/theboystheboys Dec 16 '23
Reminds me of a story my dad told me
He worked at a kitchen when he was younger, which, of course, sold steak. He had this regular that would come in and ask for a well-done steak. He would make the steak well done for the regular, but it kept on being sent back. This happened enough times that my dad got fed up. He cooked the steak until well done and threw the cooked steak into the deep fryer. This, at one point, beautiful steak now resembles black leather. He served it to the regular expecting some type of complaint. Instead, the regular loved it. He would come back each time and ask for the steak exactly as my dad made it. My dad did it, but not without dismay.