“Moist Clowns” is now the name of my post-hardcore band.

Pretty much. I doubt that many servers eat regular meals where they work. Their favorite meal is the one that they (A) won’t get sick of and (B) won’t be gross when they get to finish it over half an hour of getting constant pop refills for the 9 year old at table 6.

Yah! Fuck chit chat with the server. They're not a real person anyway!

Your servers favorite meal is a burger or sandwich eaten in nine separate bites taken over the course of 25 minutes as they slip back into the kitchen for table 17's endless sides of ranch, or to find the manager who is leaning out the back door having her 19th cigarette of the shift.