We leaned over. We shouted ourselves hoarse exchanging inanities about who would order what. We begged, in vain, to be moved to another table. Finally the noisy gentlemen left, by which time we had hardly any voice. We also had no drinks and no bread, although we had been seated for more than a half-hour.
Service is the other obstacle.
Our waiter was both friendly and intelligent, and wanted to do right by us. Unsurprisingly, the waitress who bore the tray had no idea who got what. Our fault, probably, we ordered it well done. Although you could indeed cut the meat with a butter knife, the flavor was simply too mild, always the hazard with this cut. The sides weren't bad, either.