The steak sandwiches arrived at the beginning of this bit of exposition. 
Hackworth began messing about with condiments, as if he could belittle the 
importance of this conversation by paying equal attention to having just the 
right goodies on his sandwich. He fussed with his pickle for a while, then 
began examining the bottles of obscure sauces arrayed in the center of the 
table, like a sommelier appraising a wine cellar.