Happy Restaurant Week, student! What a lovely treat it shall be to share a delicious meal with yummy friends. Whether you are feasting on escargots at Le Bec Fin, or enjoying a spicy plate of enchiladas at Lolita, this evening promises to be the stuff of dreams.
Unless of course you set free the boorish degenerate that lies just below your shiny exterior. Close your eyes for a moment. Imagine that you are seated at the restaurant, bathed in candlelight and the gentle scent of thyme. Now, keeping your eyes closed, answer me this: Where is your napkin?
On the table?! Excuse yourself from this guided meditation tout de suite. No one wants to look at your exposed crotch.
