Another thing I don’t want to be when / if I grow up: so obnoxiously bourgeois that I think of eating out in NYC every night for five nights, each meal just under $100, as “budget dining.” I realize that Frank Bruni is the food critic for the New York Times, and this is what he does, dine out a lot in NYC, and nobody wants to read columns about him eating Hamburger Helper at home while watching a Netflix or anything. Still, I wish he wouldn’t pretend to be slumming it for the benefit of us peons. Do people like him and Peggy Noonan have any clue what it must be like to be normal, non-disposable cash-having people?
Or maybe I’ve got this all wrong and this article is just aimed at fired hedge-fund managers and Lehman Bros. executives, who used to be able to light their cigars with burning wads of cash, but now have to tighten the (Versace) belt a little bit. In that case, my apologies for peeping at the platinum section of the NYT!
I love food and would also love to have the ability to eat out every day of the week at fancy restaurants. But even if I had the cash, most nights I’d probably still opt to forgo the “flickering votive candles” and “Lilliputian skewers,” and cook at home. I have more control over where my food comes from that way, and I won’t have to deal with reservations.
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