A. Fucking. Men. I don't go out to dinner looking to be impressed by how unique you can be, you wanna do something different with food, that's on you buddy.
I don't profess to being Ramsey or anything, but I am a decent cook for my home. I rarely go out to eat anywhere other than my favorite sushi joint because it's the only thing I don't know how to make myself, and I'm not guaranteed to ask myself why I went out in the first place when I could have done it better myself.
That said, when I do go out to eat, I'm not looking for something impressive. I just want a juicy, well seasoned, tender, dissolved after 5 mastications steak, preferably in a large enough portion that I have no leftovers, but I am satisfied and the price isn't ridiculous. This isn't much to ask for.
I want pasta that isn't al dente but has some texture to it, and a rich sauce that didn't come from a can an hour prior.
I want delicious vegetables in my salad that don't need dressing because I appreciate the flavor of quality produce.
These things aren't that difficult, I do them myself readily. These things also don't bring in five hundred dollars a table per night, which is how we've devolved into the notion of sauteing a dried, rotted carrot for two and a half hours, the notion disgusts me.