From the Mixed-Up Files

I don't remember what I did for my sixteenth birthday, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't dining alone at one of New York's most famous (and expensive) restaurants. (Foodie at Fifteen)

It all started back in early September of this year. I found myself with plenty of leftover dough from my summer job, and plenty of sensible things to potentially do with it, the least of which being to spend it on a restaurant. Yet fate displayed its dominance, and I decided that once again, I would throw away $298 on a single meal. This would be my third time going, and I am often asked why I am continuously drawn back to Per Se. The rest of this paper will aim to answer that question.