A place so classy that even the bathroom stalls had their own mirrors , and crystal chandeliers dangling dangerously over our heads the entire time . Delicate morsels of food , each deliciously rich , were served to us on stacked plates , and our menus contained genteel accounts of this history of both our tea , and the Tea Room . The waitress even attempted to put a folded napkin in my lap , but I took it off her . My little brother had accompanied me there , only to take one look at the prices on the menu and ring up his friend to tell him all about it .

Question: Why did the writer 's little brother ring up his friend ?
Answer: Because the place was very classy .None of the above choices .Because the bathroom stalls had mirrors .Because he was surprised at the high prices on the menu .