My Fancy Restaurant Disaster: Why Rich People Must Be Miserable

This year, I was invited to a fancy Christmas dinner at work. I thought, Great! A nice meal, some festive vibes, and maybe even a little holiday spirit. What I got instead was the most pathetic excuse for a dinner I’ve ever experienced. So with my team we went to a fancy, expensive restaurant. You know, the kind where the waiters wear suits, the menu is in a font so thin you can barely read it, and the prices make you question your life choices.

I was expecting something impressive—something that would make me understand why people spend absurd amounts of money on a single meal. Instead, I was served three unpeeled shrimp (yes, unpeeled!) sitting on a dry piece of bread with half a lemon as my starter. Who even eats that? At least peel the shrimp before serving them on what looked like a stale cracker - what am I supposed to do, wrestle with my food at the table while pretending to enjoy it?

Then came the main course—or should I say, an art installation pretending to be food. A massive plate, with an insultingly tiny portion of food in the middle, garnished with a microscopic drizzle of sauce and what I assume was an edible flower (which, by the way, nobody asked for).

I just sat there, fork in hand, trying to process the fact that people pay money for this and call it fine dining. Rich people are weird. They willingly throw their money at tiny, unsatisfying meals while the rest of us eat actual food like normal humans. Maybe this is why they always look so miserable—they’re probably just hungry all the time. Watching my colleagues pretend to enjoy their microscopic meals was actually quite entertaining.

By the end of the meal, I was still starving and had to grab a burger on the way home. Lesson learned: Fancy restaurants are a scam. If this is what being rich is like, I’ll stick to normal food, thanks.

⭐ 0/10 – Would not recommend.