words charlie crespo & illustration marguerite dabaie
I never thought I’d find the perfect meal. It was something I knew existed, because I had read about it, heard others gush over it, and seen people allegedly experience it on TV. But, for whatever reason, I just didn’t think I’d ever find it.
Perhaps I didn’t think I’d find it because, when I was younger, I thought the perfect meal could only be had in a room filled with white tablecloths and fine china. Even if I did find it, I thought to myself, I’d never be able to afford it. Those meals to be had in Parisian restaurants that boast three Michelin stars, and I wouldn’t be able to foot the bill.