موضوع: foolio autopsy

I bypass the seafood ceviche with white truffle oil - get behind me, Satan - and coconut jus, as well as the mysteriously monikered ‘shaking beef' and dive into a crab pomelo salad that is perfectly presentable but lacks the citrus zing and crustacean grin that would make it shine. And I'm convinced that somewhere, deep in a minimalist man-cave on some lonely Balearic isle, sits a middle-aged white man with thinning hair and ratty ponytail, clad in baggy white linen, smirking thinly as he rel...