I look at a restaurant menu now, and it’s not just a description of food, it’s a short story. ‘Pan-seared, ethically sourced, artisanal, hand-foraged, dew-kissed salmon, gently caressed by a whisper of truffle oil, served atop a bed of cloud-spun risotto.’ I just want fish! Is it good fish? Is it *just* fish? What’s the deal with ‘deconstructed’ desserts? You mean you just… didn’t put it together? Did the chef have a bad day? ‘Here’s your cake, but it’s everywhere.’ Sounds like a toddler made it, not a Michelin-starred chef.
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