That'll be the well-done steak, then
The people at the table next to us ordered beef steaks. The chef poured some sort of alcohol over the meat and lit it. I dove for my camera but I was too late. He laughed and told me to try again. As he relit the beef, I felt a twinge of guilt for the poor person receiving an overcooked double-alcohol beef special.
But maybe they'll be consoled by the fact that I got an amazing photograph.