Satiety

Fancy restaurants make me feel uncomfortable.

I never know what to do, or how to act. There's a lot of ceremony involved that I'm not privy to, since I did not attend a boarding school at any point, nor did I ever take viola lessons. The whole thing reminds me of when I started going to Catholic mass and had no idea how to follow along to all the moves I needed to do.

There's so much money going into something as simple as dinner, it throws me out of my right mind. I don't know how you go about ordering courses. I'm even afraid to order a soda because I think that makes me look low-brow.

New York has an abundance of these fancy-dancery places. And all sorts of different cuisines. Afro-carribean, Tibetan, Japanese Fusion, Brazilian Steakhouses.

I just want a shitball burger most of the time.

Another thing I am not interested in when it comes to fine dining is being surrounded by pricks. Guys trying to impress their dates with stories about skiing in Switzerland or their critical analysis of an article they read in The Believer. And there's women talking about the fall collections at Dolce and Gabana or talking about homeopathic medications for their dogs. I'd much rather be in a bar and grill with friends of mine busting each others balls and getting to laugh loudly and enjoy our meal together.

I don't know why someone took the crappy parts of eating out and inflated them. No talking, little choice, and expensive prices.

I guess the architecture might be better than the "Mounted Garage Sale" motif found in most chain places, but the music sure sucks more.