Do Men Not Really Understand Salads?

After months of study I am beginning to wonder if men and women have completely different taste bud when it comes to salads. Perhaps not the whole of mankind, but a few in particular.

Sexism has no place in my life so this is not intended to be a war between the sexes, just a comparison.
I eat lunch every week at the same place with a large group of middle aged women. If there is a generalization to be made it would be that we, not just me, as a rule are looking for a healthy, read not too fattening, lunch option. I am not saying that everyone every week gets a salad, but on average 80% of us order a salad of some type. Once in a while someone in the throes of menopause will get a cheese burger or a something with melted cheese, which is the universal comfort food.
For months the establishment we eat at had the same limited salad choices. We don’t meet there for the food. We requested new salads and have told for months they would be coming. My response to a poor menu is to order something completely off menu from the items I can see are in other offerings. This usually means arugula, a fruit, avocado, some kind of cheese and hot freshly grilled chicken, dressing on the side of course. Often my friends will just say, “I’ll have what she is having,” in a direct quote from When Harry Met Sally without any pounding on the table.
A couple of weeks ago the chef came out to see us personally to show us a new menu. It was big, with offering printed on both sides. We scanned it to find not more salads, but fewer, just four, and one was a house and another a Caesar, so those don’t count. Being as shy as I am I said, “Chef, no offense, but this is worse.”
“No worries, Mrs. Lange, we are going to have a special salad every week.”
Last week the special salad was a bed of greens with roast beets, pickled beets, beet purée, horseradish and blue cheese. None of us ordered it. This week the special salad was called “the end of winter salad” kale and baby kale, carrots, mandarin oranges, hard boiled eggs and warm shallot dressing. None of us ordered it. I am beginning to think that the salad special is the attempt to get rid of leftover food salad.  
I know I should not say they are not good if I have not tasted them, but I am probably a certified salad expert and nothing about these salads screams, “order me, I’m yummy.” In fact I can’t imagine horseradish and blue cheese together and I have no need for three kinds of beets. I also feel like mandarins oranges should be left in the sixties with ambrosia. The “end of winter salad” should be renamed “instead of Metamucil salad.” I appreciate fiber, but really, kale and baby kale?
They did add a fifth regular salad this week, a chopped salad, which was so hopeful. So I ordered that. It was not really a chopped salad and to me was not good. I guess I am going to have to continue to create my own special salad every week. You think the kitchen would learn that when half the table orders the same off menu item that it might be a good idea to replicate it as a regular menu item, especially when your creations are not getting any takers.
With all the burgers, sandwiches and fried items that take up the majority of the menu I just have to believe that the men’s taste buds are different than the women’s, or that they really just don’t want women to come eat there. That’s a different fight.