Why go to a better restaurant to eat?

When you don't have the motivation to make money, go to a good restaurant to eat.

01

When I was 23 years old, I started to live independently. When I earned the first hard money, I realized that the rice and oil were expensive. I bought things in the east, as if they had claws and turned into my trouser pocket. I slammed my wallet and slammed it.

At that time, I met a friend who was also an ordinary girl who earned hard money. I went to work together every day. I did the work of washing the dishes for the tea. After work, I went in and out of the Chinese supermarket to buy cheap fruits and vegetables, and then I took them up and down. The bag goes to catch the bus. We obviously put the same rhythm into the day, but I just vaguely think that she has something different from me.

I was extremely deprived of sleep at that time. Every morning when I got to "not get out of bed," I jumped up, sneaked into a wrinkled overalls, and then stuffed a piece of cereal into my mouth, and rushed out to catch the bus. When I appeared at the door of a working restaurant, I had a flustered image, a few strands of hair in my mouth, and my overalls were wrinkled. My stomach was screaming in the middle of the lunch break, like eating a hungry cat.

But the girl is different. She is very particular about eating and drinking. This kind of attention has nothing to do with luxury. She is determined to get up two hours before going to work, make breakfast, and put on the overalls that I hanged the night before. , comb the head and make up the makeup, then the whole person came to work meticulously. I often admire her temperament in my heart, and think that she seems to be the kind of person who will not let others wear it if she wears a fake brand name.

I heard that the girl has a habit of going to the outside cafe for breakfast once a week. Once she was about to come with me, just in the restaurant that I used to go to work almost every day, it looked very expensive. The facade is solemn and elegant, and the light music always floats down the street. I have never stopped. Every time I see a well-dressed woman sitting in the sun sipping coffee, and those businessmen who are contracted to wear decent, I am always Look down and feel that you don't belong to that type of person.

That day I readily accepted the girl's invitation and looked forward to seeing how luxurious the breakfast was in the cafe, but when the breakfast was brought to me, I was shocked.

02

On the thick and wide white plate, the food is delicate and the size is really thin. I also overestimated its content:

Two slices of toast, two eggs, a little creamy mushroom, a boiled spinach, a potato cake, two pieces of tomato. I felt that it was not worthwhile to eat. I bulged two gangsters and the girl and said, "It’s too disappointing, still Thought how rich their breakfast is!"

I thought I was smart and gave the girl an account. "You see, what's in this breakfast? The cheapest white bread in the supermarket sells only one piece of money, only two dollars for a dozen eggs, spinach tomato mushrooms. It's not expensive, potato cake can also be bought frozen, it's a good deal. If you do it at home, it's only five New Zealand dollars. We spend more than 20 pieces here and waste it!"

I groaned and kept on screaming for a moment. "I am not eating breakfast, it is an atmosphere!"

I was distressed all the way home. "Oh my God, what kind of sentiment can be worth more than 20 New Zealand dollars?"

03

Later, my life was much better. I still have a relatively low quality requirement for eating. I feel that eating is much more important than eating.

For example, if a friend meets and is hesitant about which restaurant to go to, I will propose: "Let's go to the buffet."

Foreign buffet restaurants are very suitable for the poor class, regardless of whether the food is fresh and the taste is appetizing, just from this row to the row of cold meals and hot meals can make people feel that they are cheap. I was once keen on the place where these meals were filled for a few days, as if the dilapidated plaques of the restaurants represented a thick and fat face, and said to me, "Come on, we are cheap and affordable."

I am also stubbornly carrying out the idea of ​​saving money. The dishes that can be made at home are definitely not going to the restaurant.

For example, my friend insisted on eating salmon in the daily shop of the dead, and I spent the same price from the supermarket to buy half of the home. After the slashing, I piled up the dishes and said to my friends: "Look Look, isn't this the same?" I can't understand those who go to high-end restaurants to eat fried rice. They always come up with a preaching tone. "Please, you can do it at home."

Until some of these stubborn old ideas met a date, some of my ideas changed.

04

There was a romantic man who asked me to eat, and chose a Italian restaurant, which is an elegant and small restaurant hidden in the center of the city. It is said to be famous for its high price and low weight. My heart has a sneak peek, put on a long-lost tight skirt, ten centimeters of high heels, pretending to be elegant and toe to go to the appointment.

That was the first time I had eaten a three-course meal with a starter, main course and dessert in a serious restaurant. The restaurant has an elegant environment, a pleasant atmosphere and a small space. From decoration to staff, it is purely Italian. The beautiful girl played the piano and the waiter lit the candles on my desk. I was arrested and secretly observed the men and women who were eating around, and found that they were well-proportioned, dressed in a decent shape, and they were all noble.

I guess, "This is probably the kind of person who works as a lawyer, a businessman, a financial analyst, and a lot of gold and talent." I thought, I didn't consciously tighten my belly and remind myself that I could never leave. ugly.

It was a very wonderful restaurant experience, except for the men in front of me, everything made me want to be happy. The restaurant's starter, main course and dessert, packed in pure white thick plates, are the size of a woman's fist, but delicate and pleasing. The candlelight glowed softly in front of the eyes, the ear was a pleasant sound of the piano, and the whole body was a decent and elegant person. At that moment, my appetite was half empty, but my heart was warm and full.

After returning home that night, I was already hungry, boiled instant noodles to fill my hunger, and at midnight, the water in the small pot twirled, and the flavor of the instant noodles spread. The bowl of sauce was full and the amount was amazing, but I put down the chopsticks when I was eating and I felt that there was a lack of flavor.

05

I gradually found out that the lack of flavor in this noodles is a soothing piano piece, a light candle on the table, a delicate and pleasing set, a person with elegant manners, and a tight-fitting belly through the bathroom. The mirror, suddenly felt that I was also a very good moment.

Suddenly remembered the words of the girl I met that year, "I am not eating breakfast, it is an atmosphere!" I instantly understood the two dollars of a dozen eggs in the supermarket, and put them at home to cook and cafe. I also suddenly understood those who insisted on going to the Japanese restaurant to eat salmon, and those who went to the high-end restaurant to order fried rice.

Not all things that are cheaper in price can bring the same value as a restaurant. Maybe everyone going to a better restaurant is not for the food itself, but for walking into such an atmosphere, sitting there can feel it. It turns out that there is such a good life in this world, and that good life, I also deserve to have it.

After that date, my mindset has undergone some changes. The beautiful images of those senses are buried in my heart, and faintness becomes a potential motivation. I began to pay attention to my own instruments and manners, wear wrinkled overalls, make meticulous makeup, work hard to make money, treat life with sincerity and solemnity, and have a lot of ritual feelings, and every time I pass by those cafes, even though I am walking in a On the way to the dishwashing, I also dreamed that I could become a kind of person one day. In the morning of the sun, sitting under a parasol in a cafe, sipping a cup of coffee, decent, successful, refined and elegant.

One day, passing through a takeaway shop near my home, I remembered that I haven't visited it for a long time. I used to be very cheap and full of money. I completely disregarded the poor service attitude or how bad the food was. I still have an appetite. . But on that day, I stopped in front of it and looked through the glass door. I couldn’t help but be amazed. The guests who walked out of the pajamas and looked like they were tired and embarrassed, that was what I used to be.

06

I started to like to go to a better restaurant to eat, which is almost the most anticipated thing every week.

Pick one in the morning to go to the small fresh cafe for breakfast and coffee, or on the night after receiving the salary, take out the dress that is not often worn in the depths of the closet, put on the beautiful high heels, and sit in an elegant restaurant. In the past, I often feel that life is good when I have not started to enjoy food.

This incident is also unconsciously becoming the standard for testing your own life, from the initial uneasiness of entering expensive restaurants to gradually calming, from the cautiousness of picking up the menu to the one that can be the most expensive. Worried about bankruptcy, this is not a sublimation of the self.

If someone asks me now, do you think it is important to go to a better restaurant occasionally?

I want to share with a friend what I said. "When you don't have the motivation to make money, go to a good restaurant to eat, eat the most expensive main dish and drink the most expensive wine. Then look at the people around you. How big is the gap between you and success, and you are guaranteed to work with 200% strength when you go out."

Really, sitting in the revolving restaurant of the Sky Tower, surrounded by some elegant people, cut a small piece from the delicate fish steak in front, slowly enjoy a glass of red wine, and watch the city at an altitude of 190 meters above the ground. The night scene, I don't feel bad about this night, I have spent one-fifth of this week's salary, because I feel that there is a voice in the vagueness, reminding me of the future, you have to work harder to have such a life.