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by Louisa Kasdon |
February 09, 2009
Does fine dining have to feel like a call to prayer? For years the term
“fine dining” was synonymous with white tablecloths, thick carpets, and
servers with erect posture carrying silver trays into dining rooms
suffused with an atmosphere of grateful worship. Fine restaurants were
called Temples of Gastronomy. Ever wonder why? C’mon people! We know
too much about good food now to feel religious in its presence.
Let’s
take away the hush factor, and acknowledge that eating well is fun.
Eating the best, most carefully prepared food in the world doesn’t have
to feel like a final exam in deportment and table manners. That’s
old-school fine dining. You can laugh, even take off your jacket (and
slip off your shoes under the table), while consuming artfully
prepared, complex food.
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