The Kitchen Experience

I go to a Mexican restaurant once in a while where you have to walk through the kitchen to get to the tables. I appreciate that the experience makes me feel like I'm part of the Rat Pack back in the golden days of Vegas. The chefs are polite and slide out of your way while they say hello, but it ruins it a bit knowing that everyone else walks through. It's not the exclusivity point that ruins it; it's the knowing that every yahoo off the street, no matter what they were doing five minutes earlier, is also walking through the kitchen where my food is being prepared. I understand that the delivery guys all hangout in there too, but I prefer to be left imagining that the kitchen looks like a bright shining crystal palace where a fairy princess would live. I don't need to see how the sausage is made.