Adam Burke

Is there a better class of toe up there?

When fancy eatery Les Maisons d'Etre opened up in San Francisco's Embarcadero district last year, it was an instant hit with local tech pros and crypto bros.

Wealthy clientele flocked to eat pricey dishes such as Brainstorm stew and startup sliders, which boasted exotic ingredients that promised to boost both the intellectual and athletic prowess of the area's most voracious executives.

But this week, Maison's proprietor and head chef, Delaney Robars, revealed that what her clientele were eating were just sloppy joes and pureed Lunchables.

It was all an elaborate project to prove that rich people will pay for anything as long as it's expensive.

While she thought her big reveal would end the restaurant's popularity, it backfired.

Her most faithful customers refused to believe it.

I think I know grass-fed Argentinian veal when I taste it, says Maison regular and venture capitalist Vance Headley.

In fact, the more Robars persists with the idea, the more popular her establishment seems to be.

People are nuts for our expensive seafood dish, abalone mousse, she says, even when I tell them it's actually just abalone sandwich mashed up with some cat food.

Just goes to show, these crypto dudes will swallow anything.

You know, the Christmas adventures, that's why winter is my least favorite season.

That's not so much passive aggressive as good old-fashioned aggressive.

You've just been winding up for 364 days.

Or that's just a woman who's being attacked by a bee.

And what's even crazier, those bulls are mad about slights that happened the previous year.

Online support for certain members?

Yes.

Is it people who are addicted to support groups?

Yes.