Who Knew A Burger Could Taste Bad

When you go to a fancy restaurant,
It’s weird.
You walk into the hotel where you’re eating lunch and
Everything is marble and glass.
There’s a piano playing itself in the corner,
And one family quietly talking at a table.
Mood music sweeps through the room,
Part of the air itself.
Waiters wait
By the kitchen with their hands behind their backs,
With expressions of pleasentness and solemn on their faces.
Your waiter, as always, is too enthusiastic and nice.
And you feel embarrassed when they fill your glass with cold water.
And then it’s time to order, and you get...


A burger and fries. 
Which is kind of hilarious, because they don’t get it right.
There’s a fancy porcelain cup that holds the too crispy fries, and the burger is thin, plus they dump about a pound of salt on it, which tastes terrible. Like salt with salt on top.

But then you go around the hotel pretending to be fancy and looking at the pool, so that kind of makes up for it.