I was faced with something I wasn’t 100 percent sure about on a buffet recently, but then I thought about it, and I remembered something from about 1983.
When getting a soda order from a restaurant, I decided that, rather than the Orange Crush I’d been drinking since as long as I could remember (which must have been, what, three years at that point? Still, to be fair, it was almost half of my life. Anyway …) I ordered something mysterious and exotic: Dr. Pepper. For quite some time, that became my favorite drink (not anymore). I have similar stories involving Indian, Ethiopian, and sushi.
I guess what I’m saying is, I took the item from the buffet, because who knows? It could be my favorite food, and I don’t even know it.