Fine Dining
So this weekend Sweetpotato took me to one of the fanciest restaurants in Manhattan. You know, the kind of place where the waiters have waiters and reservations must be made a month in advance. We've been wanting to try this hot spot, but have been waiting for a special occasion, which we discovered this weekend was the expiration of our gift certificate!
Anyway, it's the kind of place where you lower your voice upon entering, out of respect for the immense amount of money you're about to spend... at least most people lower there voice, though apparently not the nouveau riche with something to prove. Just as we were settling into our plush upholstered chairs we heard it, the screeching voice of a 30-something socialite trying to out-talk her entire table. Like nails on a chalkboard, this woman's voice cut through the air on an auditory assault mission. I mean in the time it took us to order a drink we knew what she did (dermatologist), her specialty (collagen and dermabrasion), and her relation to everyone at the table (including the former pro soccer player from whom she was mooching the dinner). It was really quite remarkable watching the proper waiters rolling their eyes and smirking behind her back. I mean at one point the maitre de stood over her with the stink-eye, but she didn't even blink.
You see darlins', this is what happens when you make just enough money to think you should be in with the In crowd, but due to your obnoxious personality, you find yourself waiting behind the velvet ropes with the rest of the common folk. This girl was average-looking at best and paired with her glass-shattering speaking voice, you can imagine she don't get asked out too often. Too bad she left though, she just missed her soulmate, who took over her same chair and proceeded to guzzle red wine and shout at his companions with all the couth of a frat boy during Rush Week. Between the two of them, Sweetpotato and I got a floor show of Manhattan wannabes- folks with just enough money to think they've made it but not quite enough to buy a clue. I mean if you're gonna require a jacket can't you supply a muzzle?
I mean they let just about anybody in there, so obviously we won't be dining there again... at least not until we get another gift certificate;-)
Anyway, it's the kind of place where you lower your voice upon entering, out of respect for the immense amount of money you're about to spend... at least most people lower there voice, though apparently not the nouveau riche with something to prove. Just as we were settling into our plush upholstered chairs we heard it, the screeching voice of a 30-something socialite trying to out-talk her entire table. Like nails on a chalkboard, this woman's voice cut through the air on an auditory assault mission. I mean in the time it took us to order a drink we knew what she did (dermatologist), her specialty (collagen and dermabrasion), and her relation to everyone at the table (including the former pro soccer player from whom she was mooching the dinner). It was really quite remarkable watching the proper waiters rolling their eyes and smirking behind her back. I mean at one point the maitre de stood over her with the stink-eye, but she didn't even blink.
You see darlins', this is what happens when you make just enough money to think you should be in with the In crowd, but due to your obnoxious personality, you find yourself waiting behind the velvet ropes with the rest of the common folk. This girl was average-looking at best and paired with her glass-shattering speaking voice, you can imagine she don't get asked out too often. Too bad she left though, she just missed her soulmate, who took over her same chair and proceeded to guzzle red wine and shout at his companions with all the couth of a frat boy during Rush Week. Between the two of them, Sweetpotato and I got a floor show of Manhattan wannabes- folks with just enough money to think they've made it but not quite enough to buy a clue. I mean if you're gonna require a jacket can't you supply a muzzle?
I mean they let just about anybody in there, so obviously we won't be dining there again... at least not until we get another gift certificate;-)
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