Ate at The Courtyard, Beijing’s most elegant restaurant, on my last night in the city. I was joined by soon-t0-be former Gazette sports columnist Milo Bryant and a couple East Coast sportswriter friends.
The maitre-de tried his best – and he tried very diligently – to make us uncomfortable with his haughty, you’re-not-good-enough-to-be-here demeanor, but he failed. Our table had enough experience with uptight maitre-des back in the States to survive his snooty attacks.
It was a fun night. We ate a few dozen yards away from the east gate to the Forbidden City. The food was great and the water was delicious. After finding out that we had paid $15 for the bottle of water, we understood the quality.
Eating at a ridiculously pretentious, overpriced restaurant is one of the great pleasures of life. Once every two years or so, it’s smart to get a taste of the good life and discover that it is good, but not a nightly requirement.