Restaurant Style.
Twice in the last two years, I've had the misfortune of finding shards of glass in my restaurant meals. (I know!) While most people would react with an assortment of high-volume explications, my typical approach has been to make the most out of the bad situations by asking for the dessert menu. My near-ish death experiences have introduced me to highly-revered crème brûlées, lobster ravioli, and an appreciation for seizing the moment. Most recently, when my nut-allergic roommate had an unwarranted run-in with shards of almonds, he was grateful for both my epipen and optimism, and the maple carrot cake that followed. Enjoy!
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