I get that you hear people order the same dishes all day, every day. You must think, "Oh, you want the miso-glazed cod like everyone else in this dimly lit, overpriced Japanese-fusion restaurant? Cool." That makes sense. It’s like you’re living inside Groundhog Day, and we are all Ned Ryerson running into you on the street, day after day. "Is that you, Phil? Phil Connors?" But seriously Phil, can I please have the miso-glazed cod?
But don’t memorize my order. It’s a bad idea on so, so many levels.