I recall ordering the trout special in a restaurant in Philadelphia. The waiter leaned over and whispered, "I don't think you'll like him, Ma'am. He comes with his head on."
I had this vision of the same fish being brought out repeatedly, only to be rejected in horror by the patron, to the point that he and the waiter were on first-name terms.
However, the relationship was terminated as I accepted him, even with his little fishy eyes staring back at me. He was delish.