Do servers play favorites?

Whenever my husband and I go out for dinner, I always get the better meal. We can order the same exact thing, and the server always gives me the better of the two plates. At a steakhouse, although we may both order the same cut, both rare or medium rare, mine is bigger, prettier, more drool-worthy. At a seafood place, he will get five shrimp to my six. At breakfast, his homefries are okay, mine overflow the plate. He brought this to my attention a while back, and he's right. He always says "they gave you my plate" because he is the bigger person with the bigger appetite, I pick at everything and never finish anything.
I attribute this to my terminal cuteness, and to a lesser degree, my sweet nature. I can be having the worst day ever but my server would never know. If I told him or her I was having the worst day ever, there would be a little something extra for me. My husband, bless his little black heart, has no problem showing his discontent. When the server chirps "How are you today" he tells them "lousy" if he is indeed lousy.
Then there's his steely, narrow-eyed facial expression. He looks like he could eat nails. I look like Bambi's older sister, big eyed and baby faced. The servers just naturally give me the best stuff. I am a baby bird and it's their job to feed me. The hawk across from me can fend for himself, which he does, right off of my plate. Help yourself, I say, there's plenty.