"risotto to your choice"?
waiter: You can have it however you like.
me: Okay. I'd like artichoke hearts...
waiter: (shakes head) No.
me: Um, okay. What are the choices?
me: Uh huh, what else?
me: What kind?
waiter: Mixed vegetables.
me: Okay, you know what, I'll just get the tagliatelle with mozzarella and fresh tomatoes.
waiter: I'm sorry to be difficult, madame, but artichokes, they do not go with risotto.
Whatever dude. Then have a list of options. The dish I received was delicious, but it was linguine.
We are now winding down our tour of London's pubs that serve cask ales. We went to one particularly famous one today where I was told I could sit on the last empty stool next to the governor. I then heard someone else address him as Mayor. I asked him what was his beer of choice and he said he prefers a light one when on duty. Duty for what, I have no idea.