A quick story from my trip with my high school students...
When we arrived in Boston we drove over to Quincy Market, which has literally hundreds of places to eat. We were all starving and tired. Not a good combination when making decisions. Thus, a restaurant called Dick's Last Resort. Let the name be a clue.
Midwest Mandy here was befuddled by the behavior of the servers. They were rude, crass, and downright nasty. Was this what Boston was like? It wasn't making a good first impression.
Then it finally dawned on me. This was the restaurant's *kitsch* -- it's Standard Operating Procedure. Sounds like a really bad idea to me, but maybe I'm just too nice.
I ordered lobster because I was on the East Coast and heard it was cheap here. What I didn't know is that I would have this brought to my table:
I really did.
But this was brutal.