If I ran a restaurant there would be a big sign for customers to read when they entered: “WE prepare our food to our standards. No substitutions, no exceptions.” I like food that makes me know I am alive. It must have flavor. It must have texture. But my stomach refuses to accept fresh apples, therefore, when I eat at someone’s place of business, if it may have raw apples, I ask. I will not make a special request, because the owner has put time and effort into creating their menu. Who am I to screw it up? I will order a different item, or go elsewhere.