I'm sure we're all familiar with the joke about the man who goes to a café and orders a cup of coffee, with no milk. Not long after placing his order, the waiter returns to his table (for it's that kind of café) and, with downcast face, tells him that they're out of milk—would he accept his coffee with no cream?
Now, the first time I heard, or possibly read, this joke, the man at the cafe was identified as Jean-Paul Sartre. But this is ridiculous! The joke is clearly about determinate negation, and the patron ought, rightly, be G.W.F. Hegel, in search of his Tasse Kaffee.
Relatedly, the Mexican restaurant at the corner of San Antonio and California will serve one an insanely large quantity of pork confit for $7.50. My belief is that if a pig has led a virtuous life, its shoulder is made into carnitas.