Scott Gold confronts a gastronomic Godzilla and survives to tell the tale:
"Foie gras jelly donut, $16
No way…could it really be? I spoke the words aloud, just to make sure something in my cranium wasn’t all tangled up like an Oliver Sacks patient, causing me to see things that weren’t actually there. ”Foie. Gras. Jelly. Donut,” I said. And then, “Holy shit.” Now, I normally try not to swear in front of my parents, but some things just have to be said. I needed to order it - the decision was made as soon as I saw the words. I wasn’t really even in the mood for it, but when confronted with something so outrageous, all will power is lost. It’s as though the menu had performed the Jedi mind-trick on me: “You will have the foie gras jelly donut.” ”I will have the foie gras jelly donut.” When the server came to take our orders, I pointed at the menu and asked, simply, “Seriously?” ”Oh, yes,” he said. Oh well, I thought. I guess we’re going to do this."
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