Tiffin

Most restaurants I am going to these days, can be divided into 3 types:
1) Ask them what will they recommend, and they will play safe. Butter Chicken, Chicken Tikka, Masala Dosa or some such banal dish (Unless it's Moti Mahal recommending Butter Chicken to me).
2) Ask them what will they recommend, and be given a vacuous stare.
3) Ask them for a dish that you want, and they will debate the pros and cons with you. Sometimes, they make you change your order as well. Very rarely (though it does happen), they will make a face and mutter 'idiot' under their breath.

The third happened to me in Tiffin in the Oberoi's next door. It's got nice enough food, zero ambience (unless tables put in on the side of a corridoor with people moving in and out is your idea of ambience) and efficient (though slightly slow) service. However, this is not a restaurant review.

The interesting thing happened when I asked for some Tiffin Supreme or some special dish for dessert. The waitress, P, cruched her nose up and said, "It's not that good".
"Why?"
"No, the meringue is a small layer, and most of it is ice-cream."
"But I still want to have it."
"No, sir, it's really not good."
By this time, conversation has stopped at the table. Everyone's looking. Who will win? I make one last-ditch attempt.

"No, I really want to have it."
Not the sharpest I can be. But.

"I would suggest either a Chocolate, Chocolate, Chocolate or the Orange ___."
"But if that is not good, why do you have it on the menu?"
I don't give up.

"It's the chef's idea, sir. He wants it there. Very few people really like it."
Escape route to me. Good collaborative stuff. First convince me it's bad and then blame all this on the chef. Final score. P-10, Chef-0.