When my housemates and I walked into the restaurant, we were greeted by an exquisite ambience and jazz music. Our hearts sank.”Given its ratings,” one explained, “the better the decor, the worse the food.”
I found a man whose business is helping descendants of German Jews reclaim their citizenship. The references he gave all spoke glowingly of him. Yet it only took me a few minutes after calling them to decline. “They all said you were invaluable because they didn’t speak German. But I do speak German.”
Berkson’s paradox along the Pareto frontier.