We all remember the first time dining in a fancy restaurant. Some James Beard Award winning chef just opened a new shop in town. All of our friends and co-workers have been talking about it for months. So we get super hyped, nibble on some lettuce for lunch, get in our big boy suits, and show up early for our reservation. It probably starts right around the overly polite waiter actually pull out the chair for me, something just feels a little off. What’s this 4th fork doing here on the table? Did you say 25 dollars for a glass of wine? Wait, do you have to explain for 5 minutes before each bite size dish? Afterwards, I almost always wished that we would’ve gone to the burger shack next door and grabbed a couple of sandwiches. Well, that’s pretty much how I felt about my 4 day layover in Dubai. It was shiny, posh, incredibly first world, but lack lustered in culture, history, and most of all, that intimate feeling some places have that keeps you coming back.