This just in: Ginger has developed a sense of shame.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Ginger is in full panic attack mode about our upcoming reservation at Everest. Due to some one-hour-before-reservation Googling, she has discerned that Everest is a Michelin-starred restaurant, and she is therefore convinced that we, and our desire to eat only foie gras on the premises, will not be welcome there.
|Is This Served with Quackers?|
|Hey Ginger - Have You SEEN This Blog?!|
In Ginger's mind, it is culinary incarceration.
|Presumably, These Are the Statues With Which We Will Be Beaten in Everest's Jailhouse|
|Because Arriving Hours Ahead of Time Won't Make Us Any More Conspicuous...|
|Hey Chicago - Doesn't Anyone Eat at 5:30pm Anymore?|
|New Jersey Natives Can't Speak French|
|And to Fill Up on as Many Freebies as Possible|
|EVEN THOUGH THAT'S ITS NAME|
|We're Sure Everest's Chef Is THRILLED to be Preparing These Delicacies for the Likes of Us|
|All Soup Should Be Served in a Measuring Cup|
|Looks Like Baby Food, Tastes Like Heaven|
|Bottomless Bread Basket? Color Us Thrilled|
|We'll Just Take Another Loaf of These, Thanks|
|Let's Hope These Ducks Weren't Big Boozers|
|Is It Just Us, Or Does This Bread Look Like It's Levitating?|
|Our New Rating System: 5 Stars Just For Allowing Us to Eat Here|
|Parsley Does Not Make for Good Jello|
|For the Record, This Treat Tray Is Also "Unlimited," But We're Trying to Keep Our Classlessness to a Minimum|
|Whatever - It's Not Like We Didn't Inflate Our Bill with Wine|
Thanking them for a solid meal -- yes -- but more so for validating the fact that when it comes to copping to the non-Michelin-starred fools that we are, one should never, ever feel shame.
Everest's Foie Gras: 4 stars