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I always order my beefsteak medium rare so that I get it medium. It's a trick my husband, who is in charge of steaks at home, taught me. So, as usual, I order it that way. But this time, I receive a well-done steak. Inedibly hard and ruined meat. A shame. I decide to eat it anyway, although the kind waiter tells me I can send it back. I start eating. And I can't. I decide to return it, apologetically. The waiter comes back and says, "Sorry, the cook claims this is medium rare." I start googling. Okay, this is war. The cook calls me to the kitchen. What happened to "the customer is always right"? Even though the color of the meat clearly showed otherwise! Without a doubt. Shouldn't that ego-tripping chef come to my table, instead of me going to the kitchen? Should I cook the steak instead of him? Overall - a bad experience. The waiter says they won't charge me. I eat a salad and don't know if I'll get anything else… The waiter says they'll cook a new one. Great. They bring out a rare steak. Cold inside. So, the steak is cold in the middle. Did someone skip school when this was taught? Seriously - use a timer. To the owners, managers, or whoever - the person working in your kitchen is not a chef, nor a colleague. Nor a good person. I feel sorry for the waiters (both of them). They literally supervised to make sure the chef didn't spit in it (yes, I asked for that and I'm glad I did). The waiters are great, and I feel bad they were put in an awkward situation because they are top-notch professionals. The pasta with clams was great - my husband says. My cousin's steak was also like a shoe sole. The pancakes seemed great.