This isn’t really all that odd, but if I’m in a restaurant (not a fast food chain), I always ask if the cheese on my sammich is processed, like a cheese slice. If it is, I don’t want to eat it.
My boyfriend is fussy about his salads. He doesn’t really like veggies and refuses to have tomato, cucumber or a variety of other salad-type items in it. I’m not sure why he even bothers ordering salad actually. 
You just don’t like what is known as American cheese, it would seem.
Me neither.
Because he is like me, and considers those things Evil, and not part of a proper salad. That is the glory of salad bars…you don’t have to put up with what other people think ought to go into your food.
I will ask for BBQ sauce as a side for just about anything, and hot sauce as well.
Tartar Sauce with my french fries isn’t at all weird where I am from but some people here in Cali look a bit confused when I order it. I can’t believe I get looks from the people who put jalapenos on EVERYTHING.
I forget which restaurant chain it was but I used to be able to get pot roast sandwiches for myself even though they weren’t on the menus. I saw that they had a pot roast dinner on the menu and asked if I could get that meat on a bun and the potatos “french fried” and the gravy in a side cup.
It was delicious.
When I first started eating sushi I ate it with lemon juice. Doesn’t seem that strange to me…hell, it’s fish. But the waiters at the Japanese resturants apparently found it histerical. Well, for Og’s sake, it not like I was asking for ketcup.
I’ve had lemon served with Samon based sushi before in fairly upmarket apparently Japanese owned places hear in the Bay Area.
Maybe they were laughing because you were putting the lemon on the wrong pieces. Some sashimi you are supposed to put lemon and not soy sauce on. … Horse for example (I know technically it has a different name but it is served the same)
I personally only put lemon in my water. I find lemon ridiculously overpowering on any food.
I’ve asked for warm beer a few times. Not, mind you, beer that is meant to be served at room or cellar temperature (dark ales, for example). But mass-market lager beer meant to be served cold but that hasn’t yet gone into the fridge.
You see, I occasionally have problems with my teeth that make cold drinks of any type painful to drink. Sure, I could have a soft drink without ice or ordinary lukewarm tap water or a hot cup of coffee, I suppose; but given a choice of those or beer, I’ll take beer. 
I’ve earned a few strange looks from servers doing that. But usually, they can find me a warm beer.
I have very temperature sensitive teeth as well, and often don’t drink cold drinks, and have a hard time with stuff like ice cream.
Mustard for fries. I hate Ketchup (*Catsup? Ketchup? Catsup? Ketchup?Whoo, I’m way over my head here.**)
My Dad does this as well. My Mom finds it embarrassing.
I also tend to substitue mustard for Mayo except for tuna sandwiches.
Slee
*Channeling Monty Burns.
I always ask for a cheese plate instead of a sugared dessert.
VCNJ~
It’s not what I order but what I don’t order that might seem a little odd: Coffee with breakfast. I suppose I like going around in a somnolent state until after work. I remember my partner and I ordering in a coffeeshop at 5am and my order was something like, “Orange juice, ham and eggs over medium, rye toast. And No. Coffee.” I had learned from previous experience to enunciate clearly that last.
“No coffee?” somewhat muffled from the waitress.
“No coffee; just OJ is fine.”
My partner grinned at me. “I just love watching you order breakfast. You’re the only person in the whole world who doesn’t drink coffee in the morning and it really strips the waitresses gears.”
I guess he was right.
I don’t want any dressing on my salads. That’s why I like salads. Because I like the taste of them. If I wanted oil I’d drink 10W-40.
The waiters always go into this “Nothing? How about some lemon juice? No? Are you sure?” routine. This can’t be that uncommon.
Weird… I rarely if ever order coffee with breakfast at a restaurant and I’ve never had a waitress think it was weird. I’ve never had to say “no coffee” either… they ask if I want it, I say no thanks, and that’s that.
Well, the incident above was 35 years ago in a working-class neighborhood. Perhaps people aren’t drinking it as much now. And it was never like a life-or-death struggle. If I’m in a place that has coffee cups or mug on the table as part of the set-up, I just turn it upside down as a precaution.
I have two requests that have been termed odd…
First, I like pasta with no oil, no butter, no sauce. This is apparently very confusing to some waiters, who will repeat my request over and over again, before actually writing it down.
Second, on a cold day, I like to drink hot water. That’s right — hot water. Most servers don’t have a problem with it until they try to serve it to me in a water glass and end up burning their hands. :smack: It has happened so many times that I now request it in a coffee mug.
I order grilled cheese sandwiches with the lettuce and tomato cooked inside the sandwich. Heck, it was always on the plate, but I can’t peel apart a grilled cheese. At one of my favorite places, the first couple of times I ordered it the cook had the waiter come back to the table and verify that was what I really wanted. On subsequent visits the waiter would place the order, step outside the kitchen and count to 20 or so, then walk back into the kitchen. My sandwich would appear shortly.
I also order a bowl of whipped cream for desert. If they insist they can’t do that I order a dish of ice cream with whipped cream, hold the ice cream.
Once, about 20 years ago, I was knocking around Seattle at 5 am, and the only place I could find to eat was a Thai counter near Pike Place Market. The guy didn’t have a breakfast menu as such, but did fix me up with Satay pork and eggs. Man I could go for some of that right now!
Doesn’t it stick together?