Ok, ok, i know I shouldn't of but...I eventually gave in to blogger pressure. I went to GRACE to 'take advantage' of this coveted situation, if you can call it that.
After the traumatizing experience on Wednesday (read earlier post), I felt almost conditioned to go, even if I should of saved the few bucks I do have for my first international trip on Sunday, even if I hadn't even packed a single sock. But alas, the pressure of it all did me in.
So, I went with a mindset: to see if this whole thing was really worth it. Since I had already tried to re-enact the missed dinner yesterday in attempt to console myself, I sort of had an idea, or at least something to compare it to.
I was the first one at the bar to evade the rest of the poor, dazed masses later on. But once I am handed the menu, and see the various, clever 'upgrades', teasing me with their Truffled Risottos and Trio of Sorbets that made the advertised menu look like the gourmet equivalent of a 'value meal'. I was a breath away from almost ordering them too (It would have been my first real time tasting Truffles), but then, I realized, if I did, the whole meal would of cost over $50! Around the same price it would of usually amounted to if I came any other day! It all suddenly became clear: my dad was right (like always)..."es pura propaganda" (its all publicity!)
But this realization came after I had already devoured my complimentary bread, so I ethically got one of the cheapest things on the menu ($11): Winter Squash Soup.
And with my first Zen like tasting of it (how would you savor an $11 soup?): surprisingly salty for such a subtle, sweet fruit as a squash, and the pumpkin seeds were already having that musty, rancid nut/oil taste!
And to think, I nearly drove myself deranged by the mere anxiety of it all...