As we wrapped bagels and coffee on the water's edge and began to walk back to our individual public transport, some of my co-workers and my foods we loved. One of us visited one of the many hot new bakers in New York, and said they lost little disappointment. But when the time comes to know the disappointment, they choose themselves, than the baker. “Oh well,” they shrugged, “I just ordered it wrong.”
I heard this many times before, the idea of having no satisfaction of a “good” restaurant is another mistake for self-error for one's own mistake for self-error for inaccessible menu. With good things and bad things and the restaurant that keeps this information from you. Which, if written, sounds like no right? No, it's not your mistake. The mark of a real good restaurant is that there is no “wrong order.”
Of course there are a lot of foods to get in the world, no shortage of restaurants where the eggs are rubbery or the potatoes aren't yet. There are also restaurants in some objective level well but not with your own tastes, or best hope that is what happened when Two women came for semma. But in my profession I have always seen people who try to redeem mediocrity by pressure with a trick that is ordering to make a restaurant better. And that's a few dishes in the menu, the fallen flat, however don't count its reputation.
That's not true. You can have a big meal in a mediocre restaurant. But for the restaurant that is good to be great, that means every dining room, every combination of dishes, should be great, regardless of order. Steak should be good at a steakhouse so it keeps in business, but it's not a real good restaurant unless vegetarian pasta is good too. A viral pastry can be awesome but you can't say the bakery as a good good unless they also fills regular croassants. There may be some dishes known to a restaurant, but if five entrees are fun and three are bland and unimaginable, you will not command the mistake, that statistics.
This is probably a reason to raise pushing things “hack” And from you discovered a secret with no other private. Or it is a symptom of increasing need to add superlatives to every experience, for every meal to be gamed So this is the best. It's easier to think that you have something wrong, instead of accepting a new one new and stripped.
The only “wrong” order is an order you don't like. Many times I force myself to order something viral or unique because it seems to be what I need to get, when I find myself, I find myself different, I find myself different, I find myself different, I find myself different, I find myself different, I find that I'm different, I find myself different, I find that I'm different. Sometimes, yes, it results in me who gets a disappointing salad or a sandwich I think is good but not like. But sometimes I find a “secret Gem” menu menu, one who hasn't been picked up but as weird as anyone else. And I know this good restaurant is actually good.
Not all foods are the best. Not all restaurants is a great restaurant (not every restaurant NEED Be a great restaurant, long to live the neighborhood tire just fine). That's life-threatening – some experiences can humble even if someone else says you will be happy with yourself. But next time you go out, you'll know you're in a real big place when every dish is revealed. Yes, even the vegetarian pasta.