Stu has the correct answer here.
I'm not on good terms with my local all-you-can-eat sushi place. I sit down, and my initial orders arrive tastefully-presented on ornate Japanese-style plates. Then I keep ordering. And I keep ordering. The waitresses often question me, saying things like "you do realize that is 24 pieces in total?". I let them know that I'm fully aware of what I'm ordering, and that they would do well to bring it to me. The longer I sit, I notice that the quality of the plates deteriorates. By the end, they plop my dragon rolls haphazardly on a plastic plate they probably got from Walmart.