Oh, many times! Last time was quite memorable, I was working on a roadshow and one of the venues was a horse racecourse, once a year it had a very high-brow royal standard event and so the hotel had a decent restaurant.
There were a over a dozen of us sat on this table and we were certainly not royal standard, just a bunch of small business exhibitors, the conversation often went towards the strange gourmet dishes we were served. I ordered the burger, I was aiming for good honest food after a hard days work, it was in the menu as some ‘prime, heavier than usual, special elite super meat from angus-topia featuring jesus’ or something. I had to order chips (fries, usa) as a side. The burger looked like this except with slightly better bread that wasn’t as greasy, it wasn’t special really. The chips looked like this, nice and rustic, tasty! However there were only nine chips! Nine! they were served in a potato sized pot, and it looked like a potato had just been cut into a grid of ninthes, it looked neat, but in England we need more chips than just nine!
Gourmet steak and gourmet chicken (oh god the herbs) are the best, also soup and creme brulee.