“Can we go yet?”“Don’t tell me they’re sending out more dessert!”“I’m tired of foie gras.”Those are all comments I have heard from people—adult people—while eating dinner in public with them.Usually when I’m eating in a restaurant, I’m doing it for work. I’m a food writer in New York City, where the savvy restaurant operators know who the food writers are, so sometimes I get better service than your average customer.The chefs and/or owners come out and chat. They send out extra menu items ...
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