BoujieMana: The Kind of Fancy That Feels Like Home

I still remember what “fancy” meant to me when I was a kid.

It wasn’t linen napkins or curated playlists. It wasn’t fine china or expensive cutlery.

Instead, it was the neighborhood restaurant on a Friday night. My siblings and I would get dressed up, Mom would smile like she was hosting royalty, and the server would ask, “More parmesan?” as if it were the crown jewel of the evening. It wasn’t just dinner for us. It was an event. It was an opportunity to share a meal — no, an experience — with the people I loved the most. It was magic.