>"I got a reservation at Dorsia tonight"

>>82316612
>sea urchin seveche

Check 'em

Literally a shit restaurant that yuppie cucks go to.

>>82316730
Dorsia on a Friday night, how does he swing that?

Who even goes there anymore?

>>82316812
>Literally a shit restaurant that yuppie cucks go to.
yep you understood!

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>>82316829
I-I don't know

h-help

>>82316854
Clearly not Bateman

>>82316854
nobody goes there anymore it's too crowded

>>82316612
y-yeah dude sure I'll meet you there tonight haha
>never show up
it's not hard

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>Try to get a reservation at Dorsia over the phone
>Guy just laughs at me

>She thinks about it for a long time and then, sensing her time is running out, timidly asks, trying to impress me, “What about … Dorsia?”
>I stop looking through the Zagat guide and without glancing up, smiling tightly, stomach dropping, I silently ask myself, Do I really want to say no? Do I really want to say I can’t possibly get us in? Is that what I’m really prepared to do? Is that what I really want to do?
>“So-o-o-o,” I say, placing the book down, then nervously opening it up again to find the number. “Dorsia is where Jean wants to go….”
>“Oh I don’t know,” she says, confused. “No, we’ll go anywhere you want.”
>“Dorsia is … fine,” I say casually, picking up the phone, and with a trembling finger very quickly dial the seven dreaded numbers, trying to remain cool. Instead of the busy signal I’m expecting, the phone actually rings at Dorsia and after two rings the same harassed voice I’ve grown accustomed to for the past three months answers, shouting out, “Dorsia, yes?” the room behind the voice a deafening hum.
>“Yes, can you take two tonight, oh, let’s say, in around twenty minutes?” I ask, checking my Rolex, offering Jean a wink. She seems impressed.
>“We are totally booked,” the maitre d’ shouts out smugly.
>“Oh, really?” I say, trying to look pleased, on the verge of vomiting. “That’s great.”
>“I said we are totally booked,” he shouts.
>“Two at nine?” I say. “Perfect.”
>“There are no tables available tonight,” the maitre d’, unflappable, drones. “The waiting list is also totally booked.” He hangs up.
>“See you then.” I hang up too, and with a smile that tries its best to express pleasure at her choice, I find myself fighting for breath, every muscle tensed sharply.

>>82316612

Why is it so hard to get a reservation there? Can't you just call ahead of time and reserve like, really early?

>>82316612
Shut the fuck up this meme is so over used its your moms baggina.

>>82317517
Is that front the book.

>>82317883
no its not shut up kid

>>82317921
yeah

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>>82316612

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>>82317883
true, lets get some fresh shit going.