I once saved up for a Michelin-starred tasting menu—$300 for ten tiny plates, each explained like a poem by the waiter. A single oyster with foam, a “reimagined” carrot, and a dessert that looked like a painting but took two bites to finish. The artistry was stunning, but when I left, I was… still hungry. On the walk home, I grabbed a $3 taco from a street vendor: sizzling meat, onions, cilantro, a splash of lime. I ate it standing on the sidewalk, juice running down my wrist, and it was pure joy. The tasting menu gave me a story to tell; the taco gave me dinner. Which one really matters in the end? #Food #StreetVsLuxury