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Hey, fuck you, Woolie and Reggie and Hank Hill. If I go to a restaurant and order a well done steak, and the waiter tries to talk me out of it? I will get up and walk out and go somewhere less prejudiced and bigoted. And if the people I'm at the table with look at me aghast because I ordered well done steak? That will be the last time I go to a restaurant with them.
I'd rather have a steak (or any other kind of beef, for that matter) be charcoal shoe leather than to have one with any noticeable trace of red left in it. And, no, I do not care if iT's NoT aCtUaLlY bLoOd; fuck off. ¬_¬
Good on Reggie's mom. I would react the same way to someone shoving a piece of undercooked meat in my face. Maybe not so high-pitched, but very similar.
I'm being half facetious here, but seriously, if I order a steak and they bring me something with red in it, I'm going to tell them to either take it back and cook it until it's actually done or bring me another one that has been properly cooked like I fucking ordered. Or else I will remember the experience and choose somewhere else to go next time. But then, the last time I've been to a "steak house" or whatever was when I was taken to an Outback for my high school graduation, back in 1997, so this is not an issue I have to regularly deal with, thank Cthulhu.
