My friend Hannah was lamenting the use of square plates at restaurants... a thing made worse when they trot out mini drinks to "complement" the meal... which usually means serving up some pine infused bullshit that tastes like a Christmas tree.
I don't like overly clever things. When bringing you the bill, Gramercy Tavern sends you home with a tasty muffin for your breakfast the next morning. Now THAT I love. Licorous here in Seattle brings your bill in a flat little white bag. Um, did I just buy a bunch of penny candy at the general store? No. I didn't. So bring me a bill in something a bit nicer than a paper bag.
So - let's hear it. Dining pet peeves? You know you have them.