I just ate dinner and now I'm hungry again.
I worked as a kitchen helper in a high end snooty steak place and learned what a good steak was all about. But, if a customer wanted to get yelled at all they had to do was order any piece of meat well done. If a well done order came in, the chef would start muttering under his breath about ruining a perfectly good piece of meat. Depending on his mood he would either find the worst piece of meat or go "educate" the customer about how to order meat. I never understood why he would go tell the customer what they wanted, maybe that's what made it snooty.
Now, I like a nice medium rare stake with a little plain horse radish on the side and a nice glass of Merlot. (Seriously, this thread is messed up, who wants to meet me at a steak house?)