Don't get me wrong, I love fine dining... but where's the challenge in that? I mean, if you're in a restaurant where the chef is Cordon Bleu trained and making high six figures... and the $100 steak you ordered was once a cow that received daily massages... and there's a guy whose only job is to sweep up the crumbs you dropped while eating your bread... the meal better be good!
I'd rather find a restaurant where my parents wouldn't eat on a bet. I like it when I can't read the menu through the filth on the window. I like when the specials are written in marker on paper plates and scotch taped to the walls. I like it when I'm the only person in the place speaking English. In places like these, I let the server tell me what I should have... and they're usually right on.
Frankly, I think this philosophy applies to a lot of things... photography included. So many photographers are hung up on appearances... the whole "dog and pony show". There's too many shooters out there that are all "linen napkin" and no "fresh noodle made on the spot".
Meanwhile... can you please pass the chili sauce... and an Alka Seltzer?
