Did the Broccoli Offend You?

So, today, my sister Erin took me to the Melting Pot for a late-ish Birthday present. I told her I would blog about it. So here I am. The evening started out with me trying my hardest to not bust out laughing hysterically at the waiter. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, he was just...extremely animated? He reminded me a lot of my brother, actually, which added to to the whole laughter thing. Oh yeah, his name was Rob, server number 22.
So anyway, the whole system there is that you choose a type of cheese to get, and they come and mix it up in the little fondue pot sitting on your table. Then, you get a salad and an entree, which is raw meat and vegetables that you put in your fondue pot full of boiling broth to cook.
That's when things got...amusing. Rob, server number 22 (who we secretly named Peter) brought us our plates of meat, several dipping sauces, and a bowl with raw broccoli, potatoes, and mushrooms. He also brought us the "search and rescue spoon". The way he described it?
"This is the search and rescue spoon. When you're cooking your food and you can't find it, you search for your food and rescue it!"
Rob, server number 22 had some sense of humor, eh?
Well, we went on with our meal, and we poured the bowl full of vegetables into the broth. We got them out when they were done, and Erin tasted some of each while I continued to cook my meat.
"Does the broccoli taste spicy to you?" she asked.
I told her I hadn't tasted it, so I took a piece and took a bite. It was spicy.
It was actually kind of gross, but I ate every single piece because I couldn't figure out the flavor. Hehe.
So anyway, Rob, server number 22, came back and I asked him: "Um..were there spices on the broccoli?"
"My answer to that would be...no. But I can ask management and the kitchen...did the broccoli offend you?"
I, again, tried not to laugh hysterically in his face and simply shook my head no.
The next time he came around, he answered "Nobody's fessing up to any secret spices!" So, we left it at that.
Then desert came around and Rob, server number 22, decided to be nice to us.
"This doesn't have to be done, but I thought it would be fun to flambe your chocolate!"
So...was Rob, server number 22, trying to make up for the offensive, spicy broccoli, or trying to singe our eyebrows off? I suppose we'll never know! The rest of the evening went fairly uneventful, except for my continual struggle not to laugh at him. And the food was amazing.
So, that was our evening at the Melting Pot. I guess I have to step it up for Erin's Birthday, huh?