Sharing at Restaurants
The first time Fred and I went out on a “real” date, we went for Chinese food in Brookline, MA. During the meal, I reached across the table and starting eating off his plate. He was shell-shocked as he had never shared the food on the plate or had a communal meal like that. He obviously had a lot to learn.
There was a hilarious article this week titled “Are You Secretly Tired of Sharing at Restaurants?” I am. There are places that make sense to share. Chinese food is a share situation. Pizza (based on the size of the pie) is a shared situation. Momofuko’s Bo Ssam is a shared situation. All of these dishes are large and interactive and there is something about having that same experience together.
My brother and I have bemoaned the share for a while. When I make a meal at home, it is pretty balanced. Perhaps a salad, a vegetable, a starch or a second vegetable and a protein. I don’t do four proteins, three salads and four vegetables. I’d love to see a restaurant have the family share vs the small plate share. The concept of the “small plate” is that the patron is lucky enough to taste all these different experiences and concepts that the chef is putting out. Really? You get one bite of each plate that is just truly a new way to serve Brussel Sprouts, and you end up eating just a bunch of random things that don’t even make sense together.
I would much rather go out for a nice dinner and have my own appetizer and my own main course. I’m done with the small plate share. I don’t want my palette finding itself all over the place. Certainly, I can pick up my fork, lean across the table and take a bite of someone else’s meal but we really don’t have to share if you don’t want to.