Adults often tell children that they shouldn't say anything if they can't think of something nice. However, I think honesty ought to be encouraged and utilized as fertilizer for healthy growth. We can occasionally be our own harshest critics, but we can also grow so accustomed to looking at ourselves in the mirror that we don't realize that the soul-patch and sideburns just really aren't working. Sometimes, we must rely on the input of others to know where our greatest failures lie. Thus, the following will be a healthy dose of honesty. Annie's is a burger joint. I know this, so of course I ordered a steak with some degree of hesitation. I do, however, expect to be served an actual steak when I order one. I decided on the "Riverside", because the menu describes it as being something similar to a Philly cheese steak (steak on bread, sauteed onions, mushrooms, green peppers, and gravy). The menu explicitly describes the item as steak, and it also states that it will be "cooked to order", which means that you will be asked how you would like it done. I wasn't, but I didn't bring it up. My companion and I waiting for our food for about a half an hour. When it arrived, the fries were already cold. They weren't stale, still having a bit of crisp left in them, but they were below room temperature, which was odd considering they should have just been pulled out of a boiling grease fryer. For a reason completely unknown and unknowable to me, there was a half of a canned peach sitting on a leaf of lettuce to the side of my plate opposite the fries. Now, I enjoy canned fruit just as much as the next person (which is somewhere between one and three times every decade), but I don't see any reason for serving it as a side to a dish which absolutely does not require it, nor does it make any kind of rational sense to pair a peach with fries and a lukewarm lump of meat which I will embellish upon in a moment. I mean, when my server set the plate down in front of me, I honestly didn't know what it was. It was lying flat side down, with the side of the peach facing upwards like some gigantic raw egg yolk. I experienced a fleeting, wild thought about eating the eggs of prehistoric animals. Now, on to the meat-wad: I usually don't make comments to the servers about the lackluster nature of my food, because they don't cook the food. I'm not going to hold a poor college girl hostage at my table and rattle her soul over a mistake that was possibly made in the kitchen, but more than likely originated with management or the owner his-or-herself, whoever they happen to be. I don't want to overstate this and make it seem as though I've never eaten bad food before, but I also don't want to brush it under the rug because Annie's is held in such high regard and I think its ownership and management should hold itself to those standards. I can barely bring myself to say it: my steak was hamburger. Yes. it was a huge lump of extremely well-done ground beef. I was so shocked by this revelation that I laughed, not because it was funny but because there is no other reaction that would have been appropriate at the time. After thinking about the situation for some time (I had plenty of it because dinner was already cold), I came to feel a disarming sense of pity for the poor creature who had been slaughtered and unceremoniously ground into the meat that would become something so unlike "steak" that only a person so bland and uncultured as Donald Trump could possibly be fooled by it. I also came to the conclusion that I must eat this pitiful wad of cold flesh, because wasting it would only dishonor the humble cow even further than it had been already. I could not do the animal that kind of injustice, so I ate. I found it surprisingly easy to eat, too: the meat didn't taste bad. It didn't taste like anything at all, and I had plenty of warm-ish gravy to help with that. I'm proud to say that I didn't waste any of that meat, and I even ate the peach.