That, in turn, sounds like the old G&M Steakhouse(s) in Austin. “All plates served with a side of fries and abuse.” IIRC they tended to hire theater majors, who could keep up the Rickles-esque facade.
I once ordered a slice of toast (Texas toast, i.e. grilled). “Toast?!” barked the cashier. It was like 35 cents or something. A couple minutes later I heard “toast up!” and the toast came flying at me like a Frisbee.
