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and rare.

Whole duck liver foie gras.

Vintage champagne—Dom Pérignon.

Exotic fruits I’d only seen in magazines.

Artisanal cheeses with names I couldn’t pronounce.

Belgian chocolates in boxes tied with silk ribbon.

I ordered delivery from the most exclusive gourmet boutique in the city, the kind that catered to celebrities and millionaires. When the delivery continue reading …