Not so bizarre, I suppose, especially for a shmancy joint with a big wine list. But imagine the smudges on those things. I can’t help but picture some overstuffed, rich fatty smearing his meaty digits across the screen digging for the perfect pairing for his wild boar ragout.
Imagination will have to suffice for me as I live a life of ordering off chalkboards.
“Waiter, can you bring me a clean iPad? There’s lipstick on this one.”