When we were small children, my grandmother, behind my mother's back of course, took us to a fancy restaurant for lunch. We were well-behaved, ate with knife and fork, drank only water and my grandmother would always have me figure out the tip (15% in those days. I was five.), pay the waitress and count the change.

I caused quite a ruckus however when I asked to have STRAWBERRY ice cream with chocolate sauce for dessert rather than the customary vanilla or chocolate. The waitress glared at me and my grandmother seemed horrified. I still love strawberry ice cream. :)