The sad truth: I have been caught up in the Momofuku Ko reservation madness. Madness isn’t the right word – it is closer to *fucking anarchy*. It’s akin to waiting to bum-rush a store on Black Friday, condensed to five minutes, and repeated every day *for the rest of your life*.

But I will keep trying. I will set my goofy little iPhone alarm so that I don’t look at the clock at 10:01:30 and curse that I missed the witching hour. I will autofill my login and try clicking on reservation times that other people may not try. I will sigh, day after day, as I fail to get a two-top – but I will not give up.

First world problems, indeed.