It didn’t come on a silver platter.It didn’t arrive with a sommelier or a sprig of microgreens.And yet—it cost me more than any Michelin-starred experience I could’ve booked. Let me explain. The most money I’ve ever spent on a “meal” wasn’t on me at all. It was on a panicked, rescued, too-smart-for-her-own-good black Belgian MalinoisContinueContinue reading “The Most Expensive Meal I Never Expected (But Totally Worth It)”
