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Ahh, reminds me of my own fraternity days... *lights pipe, puffs, whimsically strokes the head of stuffed pledge* |
So imagine you and your significant other decide to go out for a fancy dinner.
You agree to patronize an establishment that’s somewhat off the beaten
path that serves a cuisine you’re not entirely familiar with, but one in which you’ve
read some favorable reviews of online and hey, you’re an adventurous couple, why the hell not? You arrive to find a
warm, comfortable ambience and friendly wait staff. Your appetizer soon arrives and you find it
delightfully inviting, only further whetting your appetite for the entrée. And what an entrée it is. Perfectly cooked, beautifully presented and
utterly satisfying, you feel like you’ve consumed one the best meals you’ve had
in months. But then the dessert is
wheeled out. And. It.
Sucks. Like, f*cking putrid. Generic, tasteless and
completely lacking any relation to the previous two dishes, the final portion
of the meal ruins your experience. You
walk out disappointed and finally determine you really need to stop approaching your meals like Patrick Bateman in American Psycho.