I'll bite. ( :--)
As a semi-foodie, full-time food lover, and some-time waiter/busboy/cook in kitchens large and small over the years, I find myself about 90% with Gypsy, but in partial agreement and disagreement with both the OP and the rest of the thread contents.
To the apology question. Elakin repeatedly asks what, taken in context, was so offensive, or amounted to a personal attack. For me (subjectively), the problem is that the context doesn't help once you've hit the hot buttons. We all know that tone on-line is hard to manage. What we type in perhaps a light, tongue-in-cheek frame of mind can come across as utterly sarcastic snark when read by someone else. They can't see you smile, or hear the self-depracating lilt in your voice, or note the deliberate hyperbole in your accompanying body language.
So once I read phrases like:
"Braised steak? This tells me pretty much all I need to know about where you're coming from. " "There are places for people like you..." it no longer matters what comes next. Those phrases are, to me, antagonistic, belittling and insulting.
It's true that the rest of the post somewhat mitigates it, but it comes too late. Once you've referred to anyone as "people like you," it's over.
In addition, while the "braised steak" comment in the OP was odd, it's not at all clear to me what it tells us about the McClane, or what you might have meant by "all I need to know." So it's both dismissive, and vague, which tends to make people pretty antsy.
All that said, I think there is some real merit in the suggestion to McClane that he/she may be part of the problem. Service is an interaction, a 2-way street. You can insist all you like that you're the customer, you're paying your money and you want prompt, efficient, defferential, friendly service or else. Sadly (for you), happily (for me), life just ain't like that. You have to bring something besides money to the table, or you will never get what you're insisting on. That would be like, to cite the piquant quote that Gary provided, engaging a hooker and insisting that your money buy true love or you'll take your business elsewhere. Good luck with that.
Yet, on the 3rd hand, I'm somewhat mystified by the responding Buddhas who claim to have either no experience of bad service in a lifetime of eating out, or such sublimely adjusted egos as to have no memory of bad service even having received it.
I'm not only willing but eager to dine in places where no one speaks my language and the entire staff comprises one large family all doing their uncoordinated best. I'll happily try the dish that comes, even if it's clearly not what I had tried to order. That's the adventure.
But context does matter.
In a greasy spoon at breakfast on Saturday morning, I'd like the very experienced server to refill my coffee, and notice whether or not there is cream on the table. I'd like the eggs and the toast to appear before one or the other is stone cold so I can enjoy them together. I don't think that's asking too much and the lack of it does impede my enjoyment of the meal. Further, my dining out resources are limited and I will seek out the greasy spoon that meets my weekend breakfast requirements.
At the higher end, I do want to be made to feel welcome and not like an intruder in what would otherwise be pre-lapserian Eden for the maitre'd, if only customers would stop coming in and wanting food.
In between, there's a lot of gray, case-by-case decisions to make. Sometimes a chef-owner may be producing great food, but not have her/his front of house really under control. To get that great stuff, I may well put up with some chaos, or rookie serving mistakes.
But I also have a breaking point---just a little "click" that happens when I've just waited too long for the main course, or seen too many people who came in later served first, or had to ask once too often for a small thing, or watched one dish get cold because another's dish just never came out, etc. At these points, I'm on edge and the potential for a nice enjoyable meal out seems to evaporate before my eyes.
But no matter what, I stick with lots of smiles, and "please" and "thank you," and anything else that will help oil the machinery for both of us.
"Strange how potent cheap music is."