Anonymous wrote:“My favorite meal as a child was Caesar salad, a filet mignon with béarnaise sauce, and crème brûlée!”
Barf.
I mean this is also how some of the parents I know talk about their young kids. “Oh little Larla won’t touch pizza but she loves a beet salad with carbonara!” Like having expensive or sophisticated taste in food as a child appears to be a class marker.
She sounds awful. I might enjoy eating this way if I were young and childless and had endless money (she’s got to have a trust fund— no one I know in Big Law or consulting lives like this all the time. But her personality is exhausting. I may be the only one who got this far, but there’s this whole anecdote where she brings her own ingredients to L’Annexe to see what cocktail they’ll come up with, and then the ingredients wind up on the menu and she claims credit, including to a chef from Chez Billy Sud who stops by. Like can you imagine actually talking to a person this self-congratulatory? Oh and quoting her friend calling her tiny and referencing all the food she eats? Part of me thinks she wrote it as parody because this is exactly the kind of anecdote you’d share if you wanted someone to HATE a character. It’s hard to believe an actual person is this un-self-aware.