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Had to go to a resturant of a different culture. I decided to go French. Here is my paper:
In response to the extra credit project, I decided to visit a French restaurant. My decision was made on the fact that I am not a very adventurous person. I don’t like change and I barely try something new. I had a friend who is very adventurous with tasting food. When I asked her which culture I would mostly enjoy, she told me that I would be more suited to try a French restaurant. She couldn’t be more further from the truth even if she tried. The food was delicious. That was not my problem. The problem that I had with the whole experience was that I couldn’t be more out of my comfort zone.
My parents had jumped at the idea of going to a French restaurant with me. My parents had been to one before I was born and liked it very much. So, we decided to go to Le Yaca in Williamsburg. It was a cute place near Busch Gardens. Since I was told that I would be happy with the food, I wasn’t too scared. That is until I walked into the restaurant. When I walked into the restaurant, I looked around at all of the nice tables and furniture and was at a complete awe of the entire place. Everything about this place was beautiful. When I sat down at the table, I quickly tried to remember everything I could about the movie “Pretty Woman”. I was trying to make sure that I used the correct fork with everything.
Another thing that I was completely uncomfortable with was the fact that the waiter always tried to move things on the table for me. I tried to tell him that I was quite capable of moving my plate, but he insisted. He also insisted on pouring our wine for us. When we ordered, it took us a bit to figure out what we all were going to have. I decided upon the Filet de Boeuf au Poiure. If you’re having a hard time figuring out what that means, it’s a petite filet of beef tenderloin with black peppercorn, deglazed with cognac and demi-glace. My salad came out first though. I had originally thought that it was just a standard house salad but there was nothing ordinary about this restaurant. When it came out, it was the good lettuce. Basically, it was the darker greens like Spinach. It had walnuts and grapes on top of it that made it look so beautiful. I’d never seen so many colors in a salad before. The actual course was divine. However, the presentation looked so good that for ten seconds I didn’t want to mess it up. My parents enjoyed what they were having as well, but we all agreed that mine tasted the best. However, my absolute favorite part of lunch was desert. Since all of the food was great, I decided to go along with their house specialty which was a chocolate truffle cake with vanilla sauce.
Though the food was exquisite, and not as weird as I thought it was going to be, I was put into a different kind of culture other than French. My parents and I are not poor by any means, but we’ve never been to that fancy of a restaurant in our lives. I kept on trying to remember anything about etiquette that I could and was very self-conscious where I was. Would I go back to this place again? Of course I would. After I got over the shock of being in a new atmosphere, I enjoyed every minute.
In response to the extra credit project, I decided to visit a French restaurant. My decision was made on the fact that I am not a very adventurous person. I don’t like change and I barely try something new. I had a friend who is very adventurous with tasting food. When I asked her which culture I would mostly enjoy, she told me that I would be more suited to try a French restaurant. She couldn’t be more further from the truth even if she tried. The food was delicious. That was not my problem. The problem that I had with the whole experience was that I couldn’t be more out of my comfort zone.
My parents had jumped at the idea of going to a French restaurant with me. My parents had been to one before I was born and liked it very much. So, we decided to go to Le Yaca in Williamsburg. It was a cute place near Busch Gardens. Since I was told that I would be happy with the food, I wasn’t too scared. That is until I walked into the restaurant. When I walked into the restaurant, I looked around at all of the nice tables and furniture and was at a complete awe of the entire place. Everything about this place was beautiful. When I sat down at the table, I quickly tried to remember everything I could about the movie “Pretty Woman”. I was trying to make sure that I used the correct fork with everything.
Another thing that I was completely uncomfortable with was the fact that the waiter always tried to move things on the table for me. I tried to tell him that I was quite capable of moving my plate, but he insisted. He also insisted on pouring our wine for us. When we ordered, it took us a bit to figure out what we all were going to have. I decided upon the Filet de Boeuf au Poiure. If you’re having a hard time figuring out what that means, it’s a petite filet of beef tenderloin with black peppercorn, deglazed with cognac and demi-glace. My salad came out first though. I had originally thought that it was just a standard house salad but there was nothing ordinary about this restaurant. When it came out, it was the good lettuce. Basically, it was the darker greens like Spinach. It had walnuts and grapes on top of it that made it look so beautiful. I’d never seen so many colors in a salad before. The actual course was divine. However, the presentation looked so good that for ten seconds I didn’t want to mess it up. My parents enjoyed what they were having as well, but we all agreed that mine tasted the best. However, my absolute favorite part of lunch was desert. Since all of the food was great, I decided to go along with their house specialty which was a chocolate truffle cake with vanilla sauce.
Though the food was exquisite, and not as weird as I thought it was going to be, I was put into a different kind of culture other than French. My parents and I are not poor by any means, but we’ve never been to that fancy of a restaurant in our lives. I kept on trying to remember anything about etiquette that I could and was very self-conscious where I was. Would I go back to this place again? Of course I would. After I got over the shock of being in a new atmosphere, I enjoyed every minute.