What a very nice question, Lana. I found that it used to be a little like the thrill of eating blowfish, because your life is being wagered. First you get drunk with all your friends, but not just drunk, it really helps if you are too drunk. Then you go to Tahoe's knowing that one wise-ass comment could set off a race war. Once you order, you are presented with an inchoate mass of food, and half the fun is trying to recall exactly what you ordered to make your plate look like it does. Let me tell you it is a damn good feed. If it is really good, one of your friends will purge and order another. Haute Cuisine! Bon Appetite!