Yes, I really like eating bland, plain pasta that is stuck together. I couldn’t really pinpoint any specific reason why. I have been eating it that way since I was a child. I just don’t like the taste of all that oil (or butter) on the pasta; and I do like tomato sauce, but they always put so much on it that I would rather eat the pasta plain.
Why not ask for the tomato sauce in a separate dish?
I used to always request that the foil wrap around my baked potato be removed before being brought to the table. Since moving from the midwest, I don’t see as many establishments insisting on serving them that way.
(I want to mention that I’m not knocking your way of doing it if that’s what you want, just offering a suggestion since you say you like the tomato sauce but don’t get it because they give too much)
What’s all this talk of oil/butter & pasta? You’re not supposed to oil it, are you? The sauce won’t stick to your pasta if you do–it’s supposed to be a little bit starchy and sticky to hold on to the sauces. I’ve never had pasta plain, so maybe that’s a different method of preparation, but it just doesn’t sound right.
Being lactose intolerant, I have to specify “no cheese” or “no sour cream” when dining out. Most of the time, servers are happy to accomodate my request, either by omitting the offending dairy or putting it on the side. Also, I’ve found Starbucks baristas tend to automatically add whipped cream to specialty drinks unless I tell them otherwise. Sometimes they don’t pay attention and add it anyway. This is why I carry Lactaid pills with me at all times.
The Princess is currently undergoing a “picky eater” stage. She won’t eat eggs, tomatoes, cheese, corn dogs, hard-shell tacos, meatballs, zucchini, mayonnaise, ham, PB&J sandwiches (peanut butter alone is OK), or baked potatoes. Oddly enough, she will eat steamed broccoli with butter. Also, she must have some kind of fruit juice with meals, not soda, not milk. Dining out with the Princess is always an adventure. 
Mr. Lucky always orders a small dish of pickles on the side when he has fried chicken. We used to frequent a family-style restaurant that always served beets on top of the salad. Since Mr. Lucky likes beets a lot more than I do, I always requested that they add the beets from my salad to his.
Sometimes I will order butter, sauces, or salad dressings on the side, but other than that I try not to get creative with the menu. Mr. Stream, on the other hand, as a thing about “garnish” on his plate. Like at the coffee shop, when you order a cheeseburger, it comes with lettuce, tomato, and a pickle spear, along side the hamburger. It’s not just that he doesn’t want them on the sandwich, he doesn’t want them on the plate, claiming the “juices” will ruin his sandwich. If he forgets to say “hold the garnish”, or the kitchen forgets to leave it off, it immediately goes onto a bread plate if one is available. If there isn’t a bread plate, it gets wrapped in a napkin and placed on the table. Drives me nuts, for some reason.
I have no idea what he was after with this request. I think he was just doing it to show he was “out there”.
I’ve never worked there, but I was told they’re not supposed to put the Big Mac sauce on anything else but the Big Mac. 
It’s instead of sauce, not in addition to sauce. Some people use butter or oil and seasonings rather than a sauce.
OK, here’s one that I always do, but haven’t seen mentioned here yet…
I order my French Onion Soup without the crouton!!! Oh yeah, I’m a rebel. Waitstaff usually gives me a glare before explaining that the cheese won’t float.
Blech! Soggy bread in my soup! ICK!!!
This is not something I request, but I also will go out for breakfast, order cream chipped beef on toast (SOS), eat the toast, and scrape the chipped beef over a side order of hash browns with onions. Yes, I DO love my carbohydrates, and I prefer them when they are coated with FAT!!!
Yes, although I’ll modfiy the extent of my special request depending on the apparent attention span of the server. Interestingly I find that more expensive establishments tend to be either less willing or less able to accomodate. I always ask for honey with my tea. I ask for a straw with any drink that has ice in it, and for no ice for any concession stand style drinks. For most dishes I’ll ask for salsa and A1 sauce, especially eggs and and sort of shicken or potato dish. My most talked about request was at Friendly’s where I would order the “caribbean chicken and shrimp” without chicken or shrimp. I liked the vegetables and rice and garlic bread that came with the dish (and apparently no other) so I would substitute a veggy patty for the chicken and shrimp. I tend to dislike any sauce or cheese that a restaurant will choose so I ask for the meal without them. I would order several wraps without the wrap itself, but it that case it’s easier just to open the wrap myself. My preferences are unusual and consistent enough to make waitresses recognise me.
I always ask for heavy ice with my drinks, I always ask for extra sauces/dressings, I always ask for BBQ Sauce when fries are involved, and I usually always get a final cup of coffee.
My husband doesn’t take me out much anymore - he says it annoys him that I special order everything. It’s a freakin’ RESTAURANT - why shouldn’t I order what I want? 
Exactly. I actually prefer pasta tossed in olive oil and herbs to tomato or cream sauce.
I don’t like plain mayo- flavored mayonnaise-based sauces are OK, plain mayonnaise isn’t. I’ve gotten some strange looks asking for no mayo on my sandwiches.
Mr. Neville and I do this, too, because we keep kosher. Most restaurants here in the Bay Area don’t bat an eye at someone not wanting any meat, but I’ve gotten a few strange looks.
I also often ask “what kind of fish is this?”, because some kinds of fish are kosher and others aren’t (probably the most common non-kosher fish is catfish).
I hated salads until I moved to the Bay Area and learned that salads don’t necessarily have to have the squishy or hard raw vegetables and iceberg lettuce ribs that I hate in them. On my first visit back East, I surprised myself by missing the salads here- specifically, the ones that have just mixed greens in them, none of that other stuff.
Maybe I don’t understand kosher as well as I thought I did, but isn’t the fact that it’s cooked in a kitchen with non-kosher products at the same time make it non-kosher? And isn’t there a rule about the dishes used for kosher food also have to “stay kosher” as well?
I do the same thing. I started doing that when places started putting a huge slab of bread that soaked up half or more of the soup. Bah, if I wanted wet bread I’d order it, what I asked for was french onion SOUP. It’s one thing to put a few croutons in it, but most places have gotten crazy with the bread.
Isn’t Thousand Island dressing ketchup and mayo mixed?
I hate water so I always give mine to my co-eater, but I don’t refuse it. I eat my fries with mayo and drink Diet Coke with breakfast. Other than that, not too weird.
When I drank hot tea, I would specifically ask if places had a “dairy-based creamer product,” because half-and-half or cream (or 4% milk in a pinch) is the only thing that makes tea taste any good, and I won’t have it otherwise.
But I’ve found out that there really isn’t any magical phrase that will let servers know that you only want half and half or cream or milk. “Dairy-based creamer” or variations thereof often draw blank stares from these supposed hospitality professionals. If I ask if they have “half and half” I will as often as not receive an affirmative reply only to be brought hot tea with liquid artificial whitener. And “half and half” also implies that I would not be interested in cream or milk. (The phrase “half and half or cream or milk” yields results similar to asking for “half and half”, anyway.)
Perhaps I should ask if they have “real half and half or cream or milk” if I order hot tea in the future.
Is it a chain, or a local joint? If it’s a chain, they might get all their chimichangas pre-assembled, in which case, they can’t really futz with the filling.
I do this, too. I just don’t like dressing. The waitresses usually need one confirmation ("Really? Nothing?), but the people I’m dining with sometimes seem utterly horrified.