There's no question that the restaurant game is a tough business. You need the right talent, the right food, the right connection, and — perhaps most importantly — you need a way to stand out.
Sometimes, though, it seems like standing out is where people start, and that the restaurant game is just a race to see who can come up with the most pretentious idea possible.
Like, mentally, I understand that this would have been a brand new urinal and that it wouldn't have been used for its original purposes before, but really? Like, really really? I wouldn't ever be able to get the thought out of my head.
Like, is this supposed to be a tantalizing sort of thing where you're undressing her? Or did I just make this even weirder than it was in the first place?
Maybe that's the real trick to portion control. You've got to flip the plate over and eat out of the little divot at the bottom. What is that called anyway? A stand? No, that doesn't sound right.
That, my friends, is a meringue, served on a floating pillow. A. Floating. Pillow — apparently it floats by way of magnets, which, as we know, are basically magic.
Like, I get the connection between the rat and the cheese. So, fine. But what kind of spooky theme does your restaurant have that you think skeletons are a reasonable part of your place setting?
It's almost like a childhood dream come true. Except hipstery and weird.
I'm having a hard time believing that somebody paid for this quality of food, skillet or not.
And that's way too much sauce for how little chip surface area there is! This is all madness.
Don't get me wrong, I've spent a lot of time fantasizing about eating butter off The Rock before, but this is a totally different thing.
Except, y'know, it's less meticulously placed food arrangements and more smeared with peanut butter and boogers.
Not gonna lie, though, that pizza looks delicious. 10/10 would eat, even if it's kind of waxy from the board.
This is going to ruin clotheslines for me forever. They're always going to have stupid clothes on them instead of delicious ravioli.
I really appreciate that this person is still stunting super hard with their Fossil watch.
Seriously, you could market this as a board game or an escape room and you'd do gangbusters.
In case it isn't abundantly clear (because why would it be?), that's a bloody mary served in a bag, delivered in a fry basket. Because why not?
As one Redditor pointed out, "That is some grade A hipster try-hard s***." Hard to disagree with that.
