Pearls of wisdom from an octogenarian who’s seen it all…
Posting Pictures of Your Dinner
I’m as fond of food as anyone, and I cook some pretty mean stuff. But the day I plate it and stick it on a carefully dressed table in order to post a picture of it on Facebland or Instayawn or Birdnoise you have my full permission to slap me about the head with a wet fish and have me committed.
Being in a restaurant and perfectly willing to let food go cold so one can be a pretentious poser.
Just. Stop. It.
You are paying through the nose for your food. Eat it and stop fucking about.