A man goes into a restaurant,
and is baffled by the complexities of the menu, so he merely
orders a hamburger. The maitre'd, a solemn, prudish individual
with a pronounced French accent is quite obviously unimpressed by
this, but he serves him his hamburger. Upon receiving it, the
client finds a hair in the patty. Outraged, he calls the maitre'd
over, and says "Excuse me?!? You call this place classy?!?
Look what I found!!!" The maitre'd leans over, looks, and
sniffs at it. "Yez zir...I shall get you anozer
hamburger."
The man is unsatisfied with this, however, saying, "I don't
want another hamburger. I want to talk to the chef!" The
maitre'd looks at him askance.
"You want to talk to ze chef? All right, we can talk to ze
chef. Follow me, monsieur." In the kitchen, the chef is busy
making hamburger patties, crushing and pressing them into shape
with his armpit.
The man, even more disgusted, turns once again to the
expressionless maitre'd, but is stopped by the look of amusement
on that worthy's face.
"You zink zat ees deesgusting, monsieur? Well you have not
seen anyzing yet...you must wait and see how he makes ze
donuts!"