The whole Dine with Shamu thing is sort of incredible to me. It’s not just that SeaWorld insists it will “connect you to the world we share like never before.” It’s the fact that something like this exists at all.
Seriously. You pay to eat a type of food that’s difficult to harvest sustainably and arguably can’t be considered sustainable at the best of times, while watching a captive orca do tricks in a sterile pool.
As far as middle-class America goes, it’s the closest you’re ever going to come to eating gilded swan while the servants sic dogs on a bear.