First of all, they're woefully impractical. It takes a lot less time, especially when the waitress is hovering, to have her or the sighted person I'm with scan the headings with their eyes and read through the list of items under the one I'm interested in, a process that would take several times longer were a person, y'know, reading line by line with their fingers.
It being braille, the dots get squished down. I can't tell if the juice on the Cracker Barrel novel of a braille menu my aunt and uncle brought me from the States over twenty years back costs 99 cents or a dollar ninety-nine.
The majority of people classified as blind don't read braille and I suspect a fair number of the ones who do aren't proficient.
The restaurant wants my business. Therefore, I've never had a waitress unwilling to tell me what's being served, regardless if the restaurant has a braille menu, which most of them thankfully don't.
Besides, if you go into a restaurant on the rural Canadian prairies and ask for a braille menu, the waitress will just bring you a piece of cardboard with chicken written on it anyway. ("What, there are multiple ways to cook it?!") (Love to all my readers in Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta.)
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