Last night I scheduled a three-course at 7:00 like a mini build — apps 7:08, mains 7:24, dessert 7:40 — and the kitchen delivered a glorious out-of-sequence install when sorbet beat the steak to the table. As I draft the review, I’m torn between applauding the flavors and issuing a gentle RFI to service; does anyone else catch themselves turning dinner into a critical path because the passion for cuisine and timelines won’t turn off?