If you are going to visit such restaurants, go during their first few months of operation. The famous chef, or some competent delegate, will be on hand early in the history of the restaurant to make sure it gets good reviews from sophisticated food critics and smart food bloggers; because the chef is famous, these reviews will appear quickly. Then everyone will want to go there, and the place will become a major social scene. The laughing and the smiling will set in. Beware! That’s when you need to stop going.

You’ve no doubt seen $200 tickets to Orlando advertised and wondered, But what on Earth would I do there? As it turns out, plenty. First, drop your carry-on at the 90-year-old Park Plaza Hotel in the budding art exurb of Winter Park. Load up on organic vegan grub at Dandelion Communitea Café, chased with a handspun strawberry milkshake ($7) from Bananas ­Modern American Diner, before raiding the psych, punk, and garage bins at Vinyl ­Richie’s Wiggly World of Records in the increasingly hip Milk District.