 I don't care what's on the fancy plate. I don't care what kind of meat it was, where it came from, how long it was aged, or what you did to it. I don't care about any of that. Wings and fries, always better than an $800 dish of whatever that is that I cannot identify without a chef coming out there and talking to me like I'm an idiot. I don't know. I'll never understand that world. So you don't want your dinner to come with an explanation. No.