I asked (politely) if I'd been given the correct breakfast meat because my "locally smoked pork loin" seemed more like slightly-warmed packaged grocery store ham (for the record, my words were: "Excuse me, but I just wanted to check if this was the pork loin? The texture isn't quite like what I had last time").
The waitress picked a paper napkin up off a neighboring table, dabbed at the pool of grease glistening from atop my pork product, handed it to me and said "just wipe some of *that* [gestures towards pig oil] off. That'll help. They never clean that grill."
Lol.
Don't think I'll be coming back, but thanks for the complimentary meat-blotter!