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Dining at Nopa Compared to French Relativism

“You sit down and promptly try to order some fried broccoli florets with zesty breadcrumb icing. To which the server will say ‘We might have that,’ like you just made it up off the top of your silly little dopey head, and hadn’t read it directly off the menu that he himself set in front of you not one minute before… He’ll saunter away to see about some broccoli, and you’ll sit there hoping against hope that he’ll let you pay for something that’s on the menu. Then, he’ll saunter back, smile like the handsome man that he knows you think he is, and say, ‘We will be able to accommodate your request for broccoli.’” — Ramona Emerson, in her latest piece for her humor column “Things San Franciscans Like,” regarding a hypothetical late-night dining experience at Nopa, in which she says servers and hostesses “act like you showing up is basically a joke that you’re playing on yourself, and this appeals to their sense of French Relativism, which is like irony only thinner.” [SF Appeal]

Dining at Nopa Compared to French Relativism