A true story! In the early 1990s, I stayed at a hotel near Nuneaton. On the Friday morning, the manageress was sniggering as she came and served us. My colleague asked what was funny. She said, they had had a young woman catering student with them all week, for work experience, and she was a walking disaster; everything she touched went wrong, so the day before they had put her on waiting at breakfast-time table.
She went to this guy on his own at a table, and asked what he wanted for breakfast. Came back, and said to the chef, "He wants a pork steak." "PORK STEAK?? Are you sure?" "That's what he said." So, out with a pork steak, cooked it, and told her to serve it.
When she returned, chef asked, "Did he say anything?" "Only Thanks."
Next morning, the manageress herself was serving. She went to his table, and asked what he wanted for breakfast. His reply? In a broad Yorkshire accent: "If I arsks fer a porched egg, do I 'ave to 'ave a pork stairk agen?"