The most overblown descriptions I have ever seen on menus was in Australia. Everything (it seemed) was lovingly organically grown, fed on mountain spring water gathered at sunrise by vegetarian fairies, carefully hand picked at dawn - OK, I exaggerate a bit, bit not much.
Whole paragraphs of purple prose.
Funniest was about some cheese I had instead of pud - from lovingly nurtured cows hand fed on organic ambrosia, carefully rind washed in spring water, on and on.
When it arrived, it was a very small piece of cheddar about one inch square, just plonked on a plate, no lovingly prepared allumettes of organic garnish!
After the purple prose, I burst out laughing.
It was refreshing to get up to the Darwin area, where one lunch in particular was either buffalo pie and chips, or quiche and chips.
Menus there were mercifully relatively free from pretentious wafflings.
Terrible relationship with DIL - am I the problem?
