Mr. No Fun

Monday night, Sam and I were having dinner at Hyde Street Bistro near our apartment, a cute little place serving traditional French bistro fare. We finished placing our order with the waiter when a party of two sat down at a table near us. The woman was accompanied by an older Asian man with an unfortunate hairstyle, a terrible combover attempting to cover up his obviously balding head. After having a quiet laugh over the man’s unfortunate hairstyle, Sam and I went back to our own conversation.

A little while later in the night, we heard the combover man speaking animatedly with the waiter.

Combover Man: “I asked for my scallops to be cooked with no salt and no butter, just grilled.”
Waiter: “Yes, they are”
Combover Man:”Well, that may be the case but then you’ve gone and put all this sauce over it, which defeats the purpose of no salt no butter.”

The waiter kindly offered to have the cook prepare a dish of just plain scallops and the situation was defused. What I want to know is: what kind of person goes to eat French food when they are looking to avoid salt and butter??? Mr. No Fun, that’s who.