At least the writer of this piece realizes it...
On another occasion, I carried my own organic instant coffee into the local diner, Popcorn Willie, and asked for hot water. I had some organic sprouted wheat bread with me which I wondered if the waitress might toast, too, I said. Although she grudgingly complied, the looks I received, and deserved, revealed palpable disgust at my outsider ways – elite predilections that people in Amity and the nearby town of Prosperity had neither the time nor the means to indulge.
Who does things like this? Is it now OK to bring my steak into a vegan diner and demand that it be cooked for me?
If I go to a diner, it's to try their fare not bring my own. Liability alone would probably be a sufficient reason to refuse. I'm amazed she wasn't thrown out.