Its not often that one can have a meal that would qualify for a down payment on a house. When that opportunity arises however, one should take full advantage of the situation at hand. For a 3 star Michelin, 2 things are to be expected... the culinary equivalent of smashing meagan good, and of course, to be treated like the king. Having never been to Europe this is the closest I've come to pre-revolutionary France. Food, uh.... delicious. But damn the service is incredible. I had so much fun going to the washroom and seeing 5 - 10 staff members rush (but a finessed rush) to tuck in my chair, replace napkin and unused cutlery, guide me to the washroom, walk my dog, offer me retirement advice, etc. And all this before I could even think of it (they must have hated me because I keep going to that washroom... sometimes I even hit them with a pump-fake like that scene in Austin Powers). This is what separates the fine and dining. Oh yeah, due to the sommelier contingent in this room rocking those giant silver gongs I'd say its safe to assume if they upped the base and dimmed the lights I'd feel like I'm in an old cash money video... "cause I stay shine..."Crack
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