On the L train to Brooklyn, he expounded on the problematic—and prevalent—mentality among American diners of expecting restaurants to humor their every whim, instead of them opening themselves up to the new and unfamiliar. “You don’t go to see fucking Anna Karenina and expect her to not die at the end, you fucking dickheads. No, we cannot remove mushrooms from that dish. We cannot make it gluten-free. Because pasta can’t be gluten-free, you dongo,”
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