We are over prissy plates. Over fuss and finesse. We prize hunks of raw, under exposed filament, atop wood, without cloth. We relish the irregularity that demarcates authenticity. Fine dining with its fanciful china, pageantry and standard courses served in portions unintended for sharing is old hat. Un-enlightened. Nonchalance for two please - hold the jus. And [secular deity] forbid a restaurant should be tucked inside an opulent hotel. Well, you can just taste the overwrought, bland…
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