Also related to that photo, holy shit do I hate the gen z fad of shared plates. Leave it to those idiots to think that eating half a bite of 13 different things that don’t make any sense together is preferable to eating an entire plate of 3 things that have been chosen by a professional to go together and that I (not my numbnuts friends/coworkers) actually want to eat.
Also, that photo is so fucking hacky, with the tattoos and the shared plates. “Hello, fellow kids”
... Dare I ask what a shared plate is referring to here? Like I know it's probably exactly what it sounds like, but these days that isn't a safe assumption anymore.
It’s pretty much what it sounds like. Instead of each person ordering their own meal and eating what they ordered, instead you order a bunch of small things for the entire table to share, which inevitably ends with you getting a smorgasbord of shit you didn’t really want (because your friends/colleagues have shitty taste) and, if you’re polite, going home on a half-empty stomach because you conservatively eat only a tiny portion of each thing because you don’t want to be the jackass who eats too much of the thing that’s meant to be split 9 ways.
If I’m psychoanalyzing here, I’d chalk it up to gen z’s pathological inability to deal with disappointment, even if it’s as inconsequential as disappointment over missing out on something good on the menu because you decided to order something else.
Also related to that photo, holy shit do I hate the gen z fad of shared plates. Leave it to those idiots to think that eating half a bite of 13 different things that don’t make any sense together is preferable to eating an entire plate of 3 things that have been chosen by a professional to go together and that I (not my numbnuts friends/coworkers) actually want to eat.
Also, that photo is so fucking hacky, with the tattoos and the shared plates. “Hello, fellow kids”
... Dare I ask what a shared plate is referring to here? Like I know it's probably exactly what it sounds like, but these days that isn't a safe assumption anymore.
It’s pretty much what it sounds like. Instead of each person ordering their own meal and eating what they ordered, instead you order a bunch of small things for the entire table to share, which inevitably ends with you getting a smorgasbord of shit you didn’t really want (because your friends/colleagues have shitty taste) and, if you’re polite, going home on a half-empty stomach because you conservatively eat only a tiny portion of each thing because you don’t want to be the jackass who eats too much of the thing that’s meant to be split 9 ways.
If I’m psychoanalyzing here, I’d chalk it up to gen z’s pathological inability to deal with disappointment, even if it’s as inconsequential as disappointment over missing out on something good on the menu because you decided to order something else.
That sounds awful, who would do this lol.