Exquisite reading experience. Sub-optimal dining experience.
Some folks have very strange hobbies:
We headed to the restaurant with high hopes – eight of us in total, led into a cement cell of a room, Drake pumping through invisible speakers. It was sweltering hot, and no other customers were present. The décor had the of chicness of an underground bunker where one would expect to be interrogated for the disappearance of an ambassador’s child.
Earlier that day, we’d seen a statue of a bear, chiseled into marble centuries ago, by someone who had never actually seen a bear. […] And this is a perfect allegory for our evening. It’s as though someone had read about food and restaurants, but had never experienced either, and this was their attempt to recreate it.
I can honestly say I’ve never had a dining experience to match that. Arguably that’s a sign I’ve not led a sufficiently adventurous culinary life.
I think I can live with that.
[Via Daring Fireball]