I'd love to check out Phillipo Burnelli's Authentic Italian Restaurant. You're sat there "enjoying" your meal, and then the restaurant owner, Phillipo Burnelli himself, waddles out onto the restaurant floor and declares loudly, "OH MY GHAAD, SO MANY STUPID MORONS DINING IN HERE TONIGHT, ack ack ack."
He looks around at the indifferent patrons and shouts: "UUHM, just an idea, you came here to talk about MY food and pay attention to ME, not to just talk amongst yourselves like I'm not even here. Just a suggestion, huhuhuh."
He then goes to the nearest table where a family of four are half way through their meal, grabs a seat for himself and spends 20 minutes telling them: "It's not my fault that the restaurant down the street gets better ingredients from the supplier. I did nothing wrong. I did everything correct. It's just that the food suppliers are dumbfuck morons who don't have any street smarts, and the other restaurant sucked the suppliers dick to get fresher ingredients before me. Nothing I could do."
Burnelli then makes sure everyone knows: "The best way to leave a tip is with Visa, okaay, because that goes directly into my bank account and I have bills that are going to make me overdrawn tomorrow. So, uhhh, please consider tipping generously."