Is crying in a restaurant ever acceptable? Probably not if you’re a baby and everyone around you paid roughly $400 for the chance to eat green apple flavored helium balloons and exploding black truffle ravioli (Alinea is likely the most notable restaurant I dined at in 2013 and never blogged about–more on that soon because I know you can’t wait for my opinion).
But what about the adults who weep literally (in the traditional sense of the word) because the beauty tasted was too much to contain? I kind of hate these people and their emotional availability (and no, I don’t mean that mid-2000s meme) so I’ve been collecting examples for the past few years, waiting for the right moment to do something with them. That time is now!
I would know nothing about this personally, having only been moved to tears by too many pre-birthday dinner Manhattans and a quoted 70-minute wait at an Edgewater, New Jersey Outback Steakhouse over a decade ago, but this soulful breed exists, if primarily in the pages of food and travel magazines.
Food that has moved people to tears, in no particular order or timeframe:
A meal that ends with five desserts including the Mont Blanc Snow-Bowl, resembling “a 3-D map of a winter landscape beneath a glass dome” that’s presented as the room turns blue and Pink Floyd’s “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” plays.
If there were any themes to be gleaned, I would say seafood and spectacles have high potential for making crybabies out of diners.