Tonight in the restaurant I had a drunken arse tell me that his sirloin was actually pork! He wouldn't be swayed, argued with me and my chef, mouthed off about how he'd cooked plenty of steaks before, and that his dining companions have their own restaurant and were in agreement. We use locally sourced assured meat, everything is cooked fresh, no microwave technicianry! I'm an incredibly mellow guy, so my calm responses wound him up all the more, I don't think I've ever lost my shit at work, and he was nowhere near making me do so. I do perversely enjoy people working themselves up because they're not getting a reaction from me. It's been years since I've asked someone to leave, but I don't need this sort of custom. I thought I might have to duck after I'd told him that he wasn't welcome, and they were going to have to leave without dessert. Needless to say I got him to pay the bill first! Pork and sirloin, I mean, really, REALLY?