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The Law of Diminishing Temperatures

More often than not, restaurants with long tasting menus are the ones that play hard to get. Those where you have to reserve 3 months ahead, desperately refreshing your browser as the bookings open at 4:00am in your time zone. If you’re lucky enough to secure a table, you will have made the 50%, non-refundable deposit before you’re lucid enough to flirt with buyer’s remorse.

Then the fateful day arrives. You’re celebrating your birthday, or your anniversary, or maybe you speak French and those two words confusingly mean the same thing. Perhaps you’ve planned your vacation around this meal, or saved for months as you brace for the impact of a bill that is comparable to your mortgage payments. And what, pray tell, is your reward for all of this preparation and sacrifice?

A motherfucking cracker.

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el Bulli

Describing every morsel of food I ate at el Bulli, like writing a book report on the Bible, would be one hell of an undertaking. Followers of any faith already know much of the plot. The protagonist is worshipped by some, misunderstood by others. The reservation system involves countless requests but only a chosen few are granted. (Those that think they have “a better chance at seeing God” probably do.) Miracles are performed on food and beverage. Don’t pretend you don’t see the similarities.

Actually since lunch at el Bulli lasted more than six hours, I don’t want it to take you that long to read about it. Instead consider the following timeline: Continue reading

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