tales from an ordinary world

2002-07-07

My bagel honeymoon is over - it's time for something else. I settle for an old occasional favourite, a little further down the street. Not long afterwards, a couple come in, sit down and order the safest, most bog-standard and uninteresting dish that one could order in this place. As I float in gastronomic heaven, getting higher with every mouthful, I think about how I'd love to shake one of them by the shoulders and say "look at the specials board ! you've no idea what you're missing out on, this stuff's fantastic ! you can have that other stuff anytime !" But as usual I turn on myself, because I know I'm guilty of very same transgression any number of times in the past and the future. Mystery and treasure await, but I'm feeling too comfortable to want to get up and open the door.