In my several years of restaurant management, I've never quite experienced this.
The Teppan-yaki grill Japanese steakhouse I operatie is the style where you are seated with other guests around a grill with a chef cooking before you. (I hesitate to mention it is a Benihana-style restaurant because we are much better).
Towards the end of the evening last night I greeted three young women and sent them to the bar to wait for the next (and last) table. Next, a young Marine and his wife came in for dinner. Woof, woof...he was hot! I walked the couple over to the bar and bought them a round on me. I do this for all the Marines who come in...yeah, it's a little flag-waving and appreciation time from me.
The final couple to come in were two 'women' in short skirts and mid-drift blouses. One is a woman; the other is obviously a guy...but, how! He is 6' 4", big but not fat and is even taller with gold lame platform heals. His wig looks like it came from a hair salon in Beverly Hills. A strange charicature. I pause for a moment and send the final couple to the bar.
f**k...what a strange situation. They're all going to sit at the same table.
Finally, I sit the 'women' at one corner, then the three young women as a barrier, and then this military stud and his wife. I cross my fingers and go about my business.
The long and short of it is that the table members had a great time and the large cross-dresser bought the Marine's dinner. When I last saw the group, they were laughing and having a good time outside the restaurant.
I'm sure that the Marine will have a few great stories to pass on to his mates back at TwentyNine Palms. Hopefully, he will be a little wiser and accepting.
Jack