A first date at a fancy restaurant spirals into absurdity when both people realize they’ve been pretending to like fine dining just to impress the other. The man nervously orders a dish with a name so complicated he can’t pronounce it, while the woman, not wanting to admit she’s never heard of it either, nods enthusiastically and says, ‘Ah yes, that’s my favorite!’ When the food arrives, it’s a tiny piece of something unidentifiable perched on a drizzle of sauce, looking more like abstract art than a meal. The man pretends to appreciate the ‘bold flavors’ while subtly Googling ‘how to eat foam’ under the table. Meanwhile, the woman accidentally mistakes the decorative garnish for the main course and spends five minutes chewing on a sprig of rosemary like it’s gum. Things take a turn when the waiter, a drama student moonlighting as a server, decides to make their date memorable by presenting their check in the form of an interpretive dance. The couple awkwardly claps, unsure if this is a joke or a requirement, and by the time dessert arrives—a single, frozen grape in a champagne flute—they’re both laughing so hard they decide to ditch the restaurant entirely and head to the nearest burger joint.
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