“Fitzgerald’s” (The Review)

You know what? Screw it. Fuck it. Let’s give a review. They deserve one. They were great. For one, the vibe and the atmosphere of the entire place is such that it’s so chill, it’s so relaxed, that you can melt into your seat. It’s the ideal chill spot. It’s on or near a college campus after all. College students are supposed to be chill and relaxed. At least I myself was super chill and relaxed when I was in college. And unfortunately for some, I still am. That’s one. Also, the secret sauce for the burger really is secret. It’s hard to figure it out. It’s almost as if it was like a combination of mustard and horseradish and thousand island. But who knows? No one knows. No one knows anything, but we do know how F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby” ended. The first-person narrator, the detached and passive observer, and main character who analyzes and observes and narrates everything for the reader ends up disillusioned and disappointed and disheartened and he ends up retiring and calling it quits and fleeing to the Midwest after everything falls apart between the Manhattan elite. The Manhattan old money and nouveau riche end up destroying one another. And the one at the center of it all – the one who tells the story – retires and flees to the Midwest. So there you have it. Sound familiar?