I'm pretty jaded, but I had no idea that people were getting sick of restaurants. Apparently, though, hipster foodies in cities from Portland, Ore., to Melbourne, Australia, find the whole look-at-the-menu, eat-the-food, pay-the-check monotony so soul crushing that they're taking refuge in underground restaurants arranged by groups like the Oakland, Calif., outfit Ghetto Gourmet. You pay online, show up at someone's house and sit next to strangers while an off-duty chef prepares a fixed menu of whatever surreal creations he or she has always wanted to try: rabbit adobo, fried grasshoppers, Brie ice cream. It's like a salon for people who don't...
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