The night after seeing "The Menu," my partner and I went out to dinner. Not to a fancy place. A place with good food, but one with a price tag within the reach of a writer and journalist, a place where one could comfortably wear jeans and sneakers without attracting dirty looks. Still, after the appetizer arrived, my partner spread out his hands and froze me with the declaration, "Do not eat!" It took a beat before I recalled the rest of the line, the line that comes next in the movie. "Taste." I will give this to "The Menu." We will joke about it for a while.
