I am, I believe, slightly less indecisive than average when faced with a restaurant menu, especially if there are only a few offerings I can reasonably expect to tolerate: lingering prejudices and newly-discovered food sensitivities have knocked some things off the “I’ll try this” list.
I don’t think, though, I’ve ever been this precise:
I ordered a turkey burger, well done, on a sesame seed-free bun, mayo, lettuce and tomato only, swiss cheese, with a side of ranch, no onions, no pickles, wedge shaped fries with ketchup, and an unfiltered wheat beer in a very frosty glass if you please.
Ah, if only dates were like this. (Not that I have any dates, but, well, you get the idea.)