If I give you money for a meal it better come to me on a plate, a bowl, or if it’s fajitas a skillet. I don’t want it laid on a piece of cedar from a haunted forest in Japan. I don’t want it smeared on a stained glass window of baby Jesus playing the drums. I don’t want it squirted into a bagpipe and played at my niece’s Bat Mitzvah. Don’t get all fancy with the presentation to mask the fact that your food tastes awful.