Sunday, December 13, 2009
The geography and design of a restaurant's menu manipulate you, the hapless customer, to spend more than you otherwise might. Evil, evil restaurateurs.
Having been raised on goulash, I happen to like it, and it has been my experience that it is hard to find on any menu (and it is rarely as good as Mom or Grandmom made it).
I've been to Balthazar in NYC, and while it is definitely an "in" spot (or was, I don't keep that current), I thought the food was just OK and restaurant itself was a zoo -- very noisy. There are a handful of French bistros in Philly that I like as well as this famous spot.
I have a habit of reading very rapidly through the entirety of a menu, usually starting at the bottom of the page, and deciding very quickly what I'd like to order, so I may be immune to the designs of the evil restauranteurs. I probably miss out on some interesting dishes that I might consider on second thought, but I never walk away hungry.
I was not dissing goulash, it's a treat. I even make a good one. Merely a comment on letting capitalists trick us in their own way. At least you can get what you order, even if you pay up.