My grandmother must think she is a food critic. At each and every meal, she will find somthing to complain about. The veggies are too overdone. The meat is undercooked. She will explain to the waiter exactly what she wants, and they will bring out what she asks for, then complain about it (this often get's a shut up and eat it from her kids). When ordering wine one time, the waiter asked if she would like somthing dry or sweet. Her answer? Medium. Unpleasable this woman is, but I do love her.

Pucci, please stop taunting us and tell us the rest of the story!!