there is nothing wrong with talking about an exciting dessert before you've finished your appetizers, what is wrong with this person?
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now, I don't get many chances to tell my flambé story, it's not like the subject comes up very often.
I was at a ridiculously overpriced resort up around Santa Barbara, and we dined in the house restaurant. Mostly we order things compatible with red wine, and one of our selections on this occasion was the Filet Mignon; not my preferred cut at all but it was what they had.
So, it arrived tableside on a little cart, and the waiter proceeded to flambe it to within an inch of its life (by which I mean an inch past that boundary) and the whole performance, specialty of the really old waiter, seemed so old fashioned it jogged my memory I got to thinking "isn't this Steak Diane?" which I somehow remember from my childhood, along with rumaki.
It was late, kitchen was closing, too much other food, and we didn't want to make a fuss, so we let them serve us the piece of shoe leather. But I did ask to see the menu again just to refresh my memory and figure out what happened. And, there was the Filet Mignon, and there was the Steak Diane, and then it struck me! I know what happened.
When I ordered the Filet Mignon, they must have heard "I'd like the flaming one"...