You're About that Fine Dining Life
Aren’t we in a recession? Who are these twenty-somethings getting Eleven Madison cash? Either they’re stupid enough to blow their rent money on a prix fixe dinner or they actually have the capitol to blow $200 on something as innocuous as Agedashi tofu. In which case, fuck you.
We don't care how good you say the Crunchy Albacore Ceviche at Red O is, it'll never be as viscerally satisfying as the sour cream-soaked final bite of a Chipotle burrito. Shelling out hundreds—sometimes thousands—of dollars on a meal will forever be vexing, because, ultimately, nothing can taste better than a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. And those things are, like, a dollar.