I don't think you're supposed to take those with you
"So my friend/co-worker and I took an Extended Lunch Friday and went to Olive Garden. We were sitting there talking about work, and four older folks walked in. Late 70s, I would guess. Immediately, one of the men starts grousing around, loudly, about the weather. It was January in Northeast Ohio, so it is predictably cold. He then takes a phone call, in the corner, near another table, and is shouting the entire phone call. As far as he's concerned, he's the only one in the restaurant.
"Finally, he sits down and they have a relatively normal conversation. They've been there for 10 minutes, and this is the first time this guy hasn't screamed. The waiter comes over and asks what they would like to drink. He leaves, and comes back with the largest glass of milk I have ever have seen. Humongous. He hands it to the Phone-Screaming Weather Grouser, who glares at him.
"So then he's ready to order. They order the soup, salad, and breadsticks deal with the all-you-can-eat soup or whatever. He demands that the bowl be full. 'I like a lot of soup. Last time, there was only about THIS MUCH soup in the bowl. I like a lot of soup,' he says while holding his index finger and thumb a few inches apart. This is, in fact, a lot of soup to ask for. The waiter responds with, 'Well, it's all portioned out, so… but it is all-you-can-eat, so I can just bring you more.' This seems to suffice for the old man, as he drops the issue.